The room that I wake up in has a lot of light shining through floor to ceiling windows. It's very bright, and very warm, although the furnishing inside is sparse. The bed s large with comfortable down coverings, and the electronics are hidden in consoles. I wake up next to my honey.
The trees are dense, and very lush and green. It has a warm and humid feel to it. The forest is dark, with a light glow - most of the light has been filtered by the canopy the branches make. It feels unearthly, magical.
The path is clear, yet there are obstructions to it. Fallen logs for me to hop over, branches for me to duck under. The path itself is wide enough for two to stand side by side, and it is a clearly-marked, yet abandoned path.
The path ends alongside a river that is flowing gently. The water is clear and cool, you can see down to the bottom of it.
The flask that they have left is an old camping style canteen. It is stainless steel and has a wide mouth. It is encased in well worn brown leather with a strap.
The key is antiqued brass. It is a simple key, but there is a jewel at the top of it that makes me feel it unlocks a hidden door.