It is a warm room. It has parquet flooring covered in a thick, soft carpet, and a comfortable couch in the corner. The french windows are wide open, and sunlight is streaming into the room. There is a chaise longue by the window. On the other side of the room is a home entertainment system, including a television, DVD player and gaming console. In the centre of the room is a round rosewood table with a vase of fresh flowers on it.
It is a mostly dark forest, with some patches of sunlight streaming brightly through breaks in the canopy. The trees are very tall, and the forest is dense. It is rather quiet, except for crickets chirping now and then. Yet, the forest does not feel forbidding, but instead, peaceful and welcoming.
It is a rather narrow, but well-worn path. Generally well-travelled and clearly marked, but almost invisible in some spots where the underbrush grows out into the path. It is rather easily navigated, but has some spots that are slightly harder to get past.
It is a river, bubbling merrily over a bed of rocks. The water is cool and crystal clear.
It is a clean, clear flask made of glass.
It is a small, delicate, gold-wrought key on a thin chain. It looks rather old-fashioned and has a rounded top. It looks like it opens a garden gate of some sort.