It is a warm room with a large, plush red sofa, deep enough to sink in to. There is a small, low coffee table covered in magazines, a steaming mug of tea, and the day's post. The carpet is a rich cream. There is a white fireplace with candles in the alcove in the place of a fire. The window is a large bay window - the panes of glass are covered in frost.
The forest is dark, coo, damp and somewhat eerie, but exciting. The trees seem to whisper. They are a dark green colour, with bark so brown it's almost black. They are gnarled and old. The sun peeks through the leaves onto the forest floor.
The path is a wide, sweeping area of forest floor that has been travelled so many times, it's clearly marked. The ground is covered in autumn leaves. It's obvious the path is used on a regular basis - it is very well-travelled.
The water is a small, clear stream, about a meter wide, shallow enough that you can see the pebbles on the bottom. The water is cool, and sparkles with sunlight.
It is a mishapen, wooden cup that looks like it's been hand carved. It doesn't have a handle and it leaks.
The key is large, heavy, silver and rusted, but quite ornate. It looks like it unlocks a chest of some kind, or maybe a very old door.