The room is warm and inviting. A queen sized bed sits under an open window, and curtains flutter in the breeze. A soft light appears to come from the open windows along the side walls. Pictures of friends and family line the furniture in polished silver picture frames. A very plush couch sits along the wall opposite the bed, a few feet from the door.
The trees are tall and densely packed. Pine trees, sturdy oaks, and maple trees are a few of the assortment. There appears to be a clearing up ahead, and the forest is bright.
The path runs through the forest, and is lined with wild flowers. It's wide but not extensively so. The dirt path looks as though it's been traveled by a few, but not by enough people to destroy or densely pack it. It's clearly marked once you get past a few overgrown tree limbs near the beginning.
The water is a stream, and though it's not huge, it's fairly large. The water rushing through it is clear and cool. Sunlight reflects slightly off of the water, making it appear as though the stream itself is giving off the light. It seems natural and peaceful; it's serene as well.
The cup is of medium height and round. Made of porcelain, there is an opal sheen to it. The handle is sturdy and well crafted.
The key is old-fashioned and silver. It is a bit longer than the width of the palm of my hand. Some of the dirt from the path is stuck around the bottom of the key, but brushes off easily. It appears to open a gate, perhaps one that surrounds a garden.