It's strangely cold, and I can see my breath. The room is largely empty, but has a desk on one wall with a computer on it and a low, flat bench with minimal padding directly opposite.
It is a thin forest largely composed of elms, with a thick, rich black soil on the ground. The echoes of the outside world and occasional glimpses can be seen through the trees. The forest is bright and the air is cold and dry.
The path is narrow, but clear, with only a few stones and leaves in it. It's clearly visible. It is not paved, but seems to be a dirt track ploughed up by a machine, dusty and thin; it looks like the machine hasn't used it in some time. I can't tell if anything else has.
A thin creek with clear, fast-moving water flowing over rocks and stones. There's no indication of why the path ends here, as I could hop over the creek with one step.
It's not what I would expect; it's actually a goblet carved from a light wood, very plain but beautiful for its simplicity. It appears to be clean, an indication it has not been here long.
It's an old style clock key, with a cloverleaf handle and a thin haft. It appears to have once been bronze but is now heavily tarnished. If it unlocks anything, it'd be some long-vanished clock.