The room is vast and cool, with marble flooring, long slender windows and fluted columns with arches. There's sunlight pouring in from clerestory windows, and the sunlight has motes in it. The room is very still, but there is the sound of running water coming from a fountain, which is not seen, but heard in the distance.
The forest is a forest in Autumn. It is bright, crisp, with the smell of dry leaves. Since it is early autumn, there is still a mix of green leaves in with the changing ones. The leaves are mostly red and yellow. There is the rich smell of smoke and loam and there forest is bright with lots of oak, maple and other deciduous trees.
The path is dark brown dirt, medium sized, fairly well-traveled, but there are no trail markings or otherwise. It goes off into the horizon, darking as it does.
The water is beautiful, sparking, clear, stream. It is icy cold, and rushing over the stony bottom. There are deep pools here and there, and I can see the silhouettes of trout floating here and there, deeply peaceful in the still spots that exist in any moving body of water.
It is brushed silvery metal, probably steel, because it has a solid heft to it. It is chilly to the touch. It is handsome in the way that things with good industrial design are handsome. I pick it up and find that it fits my hand very well.
The key is an old-fashioned key, like a skeleton key. It is long and also of a silvery metal, but patched here and there with discolorations. The discolorations are not ugly, but rather give the key dignity and character. I have a feeling it probably opens a door.