The room is a smallish living room in an apartment. It is rather dark. You can tell that it is sunny outside, but heavy curtains block any direct rays. You can see dust in the air. There isn't a lot of furniture, but what there is is too big for the room. The furniture is worn but cozy. It is a comfortable temperature - neither too warm or too cold.
It is a fairly dense forest, but the trees are not large. It is light and easy to see. The trees are thin, but tall. White birches. Some are gnarled and/or bent over, but they seem graceful.
The path is not clearly defined. There just seems to be a logical way through the trees. You can't tell if anyone has taken this route recently - you just know it's correct.
The water is a stream running alongside the forest. It is running clearly and quickly. There are many rocks and twigs in the water, but all of the debris is organic and not unpleasant. You can hear as well as see the briskness of the water.
It is a simple clay cup. It is hand made and somewhat crude. It used to be shiny on the outside, but age and use has rubbed some of that away.
It is an old-fashioned silver key made of heavy metal. It looks like an old fashioned door key.