I am in a bed that is soft though only covered by a comforter. The room is cold and I am forced to wrap myself tight in the single blanket. The walls are bare, but have a nice cream colored paint on them. There is a single lamp in the corner opposite the bed which lights only half the room decently. There is a window to my left that I look out and see the night sky. The moon shines bright as do many stars. In the center of the room is a multicolored rug which is quite large. Across the room to my right is a big, white door.
It is still dark out. The forest is thick with pine and fir trees. The smell of these trees are in the air, and are somehow comforting. The sounds of crickets envelops me as I pass the first trees, every now and again I hear an owl hooting as well. Somehow, the coldness of the room is not felt out here, here it is a pleasant temperature with a warm breeze. The trees stretch above me allowing me only glimpses of the sky through the branches. I feel peaceful here.
There is a narrow dirt path through the forest. It was not visible right away, but I found it soon enough. There are several small rocks in the path, but nothing that can't be easily ignored. It felt as though it had been quite some time since anyone else has traveled on this path.
The body of water is a wide lake. It is expansive off to my right, but fairly narrow straight out. It is crisp and clean and shimmers in the moonlight. Small waves crash nearby and I feel by the mist that it is also warm and inviting.
The vessel is rather like a large mug made of a metallic substance. It has a sturdy handle and appears to be well made, though dirty from being left outside. It is rather plain looking.
The key is small and dulled, like one that would open a suitcase, but that is not the purpose for this key. This key is very sturdy for its size and is meant to grant entry to a great treasure, though not one that everyone would see great value in, more like a family heirloom. A treasure with great sentimental value.