The room is slightly stuffy and a bit warm. It's clean and neat but plainly furnished. All the decorative accents appear generic and impersonal.
The trees are tall evergreens, and the undergrowth is sparse. The light is filtering down through the trees gently.
The path is narrow and curving. It's soft with fallen needles and debris, and smells pleasantly earthy. There are obstructions, but nothing unsurmountable.
The trail ends at a fast moving stream, about six feet wide, but fairly shallow. It's clean clear water, and it rushes over a rocky streambed.
There is a discarded plastic bottle left on the side of the stream, the label is worn off.
The key is small, dirty and worn, it looks like an older model car key.