The room is very warm and sunny, due to the large, but unobtrusive windows. There is a couch and many nondescript intricate bojects and papers on the walls. There is a carpet. The door is closed.
The trees have thin trunks, allowing one to see deep into the forest. There is light through the leaves since the trees are deciduous and it is late spring or early summer. The forest is very green, with rich brown soil smell alluding to a water source.
The path is just a field of open meadow, with few obstructions. It appears as if I am the only one to have travelled this way in a long time. The wind blows gently.
The water is very cold and clear. It seems like melted snow. The water is a shallow creek, only a few inches deep, the bed covered with smooth pebbles and sparse plant life.
The cup is metal, covered with chipped enamel. It is blue with white flecks in the paint. The bottem is beginning to rust.
The key is small and gold colored. It is much heavier than I expect. There are teeth on one side and a shallow groove. It has a rounded head. It appers to unlock a very heavy padlock.