The room is medium sized, with plain white walls and ceiling. The floor is dark gray, made of a hard, lightly textured substance. It's warm enough to be slightly uncomfortable. The only furnishings are the bed, a spare frame of steel with a thin mattress and white sheets, and a small stand or table made of black stone. On top of the table is an unglazed white bowl holding two featureless metal disks. They are silvery and coin sized.
The trees are tall, slender, and straight-trunked. They have bark in varying shades of brown and gray, and leaves ranging from lavender to green. Enough light filters through them to see by, albeit dimly. There is no undergrowth except for the thick dark moss covering the ground. It's very quiet.
It's just a gap in the trees, with wide, irregular paving stones with moss growing in the cracks. It's about one and a half yards wide but varies, as the edges are jagged. It feels very old. It's hard to tell if anyone's passed this way in a long while.
It's a cold stream, sliding easily down the hillside. The bottom is lined with pebbles in pale colors, with occasional darker ones scattered throughout. The banks are gently sloping, and it would be easy to step in. It looks only a few feet deep, and no more than twice as wide. The water is clean and clear and moves with a gentle whisper. The moss ends sharply at water level.
It's made of a gray metal with a gentle gloss. The cup narrows to a thumb-thick stem and flares out at the base. A little below the rim there is an engraved band of knot work enclosed between two straight lines at top and bottom. It is empty and shows no sign of what, if anything, it may once have contained.
It is slender and made of a light metal, like silver, but very strong. It cannot be marked with a thumbnail or tooth, or bent with hands. The path has left it slightly dusty but it is easily cleaned. One end of the shaft ends in a ring; the other ends in two teeth, equal in size. It looks like it unlocks an old door or gate. Perhaps into a garden.