The room is bright, and comfortably cold. It is all in black and white. Two Matisse paintings hang on either side of the window. There is a desk in the far corner.
The forest is dark, but beautiful. There is a surreal feel to the trees, which do not seem of this world. They have a dark, twisted bark, and as I walk closer, they whisper towards me.
The path is long, and twisted. I had to move many branches and leaves to see the actual path. It seems as though no one has traveled it in a very long time. Quite a few thorn bushes grasp onto my pant leg as I walk.
It is a creek, moving, but quiet. There are rocks of different sizes inside and lining it, most are wet from the water falling over them. It is bright and clear, sparkling in what sun breaks through the canopy of branches above. It looks shallow, but speaks of untold depth.
The flask is made of dark dried leather, and is a copper charcoal color. There is a curled design on it. The flask is opened by a black cork-like stopper, which is held to it by a shiny chain. The chain seems unnatural fastened to the old-world type drinking vessel.
The key is medium sized and heavy, seemingly made from iron or another metal like it. There is a detailed and intricate design on the handle of the key, and upon closer examination, I see that the same design is engraved all over the key's surface. I believe it opens a box.