The room is warm and smells nice. It's dim, but I can see pictures on the walls. Across the room is a desk with a big comfy chair. More of a reading desk than a study desk. The night stand next to the bed has a clear pink vase of fresh, sping wild flowers.
The forest is green and bright and full of trees. It streaches as far as I can see on either side but not behind me. There are some butterflies fluttering around. The trees are tall, but spaced far enough away that there are patches of light shining on random clumps of the same kind of wild flower as in were in the vase in the room.
The path is brown earth, a bit bummpy, but not uncomfortable to walk on, as long as one keeps their mind at least halfway on what they are doing. It seems to be well traveled, but not abused. There is grass growing on either side of it. It goes straight for a while, and then becomes a bit windy, eventualy branching off into two separate paths.
There is a small stream at the end of the path. It is not very deep, and the water is cold and clear. You can see to the stones at the bottom, sparkling in the light from the sun. The water moves at a steady but not too fast pace, lapping against the banks which confine it. It makes a tinkling sound as it goes over some rocks a little further off.
The cup is made of what seems to be made of some sort of silver material. It seems rather plain at first, but when I pick it up, I see beautiful and delicate designs etched into the sides.
The key is old and antique looking. It seems to be a bit dirty and pocked with age, but still strong. It is big, about as long as my hand is, and has only two teeth at one end and a decorative loop at the other. Otherwise, it is fairly plain. Looking at it, it seems as if it would unlock an old door.