The room is bare except the bed I wake up on. The walls are wallpapered with a weathered pinstriped design that has yellowed with age. The floors are wood and there is one cracked window that is glaring sun into the room and onto the wall across from me. The door is brown and heavy.
The trees are tall and the sunlight is peaking out from above them, though where I stand it's dark. I can hear birds and smell the freh air. It is very beautiful and peaceful. The brush is thick by the trees
Clearly marked, the path is wide and easily navigated. There is no one on the path, but it taken care of, so I assume people do use it often.
The water is clear and the body of water itself is a babbling brook. The water travels over the stones. If I had to, I could easily cross it, though a few feet over the brook turns into a stronger current and gets a bit deeper.
The cup is a chalice, very regal and intricate. Despite being on the ground it is fairly clean. There is gold and silver and no handle.
It looks like a skeleton key, long and simple, and as goes with skeleton keys, I assume it will open anything.