The furniture is old and dated. There is a wardrobe along the wall to my right, which is next to the door. A desk and chair line the wall ahead of me, and there is a large window along the wall to my right. The bed consists of a simple wooden frame and white bedsheets. There are no wall hangings or knick knacks or trinkets. It is very similar to a typical hotel room. The temperature is neither cold nor hot.
The trees are large but thin, very tall, with dense foilage. There is a little sunlight that filters through the branches but mostly it's cool, shaded, with fairly dim lighting. It's very quiet and except for the occasional bird, I'm completely alone.
The path is clear and straight but very narrow and long. There are a few potholes and some branches get in the way but mostly it is easy to navigate. It is clearly marked but slightly abandoned.
The water is a wide river full of dangerous rapids, fast currents, and sharp rocks. It's not too deep but the rocks are slippery and the currents are strong, making it dangerous to cross.
It is an ordinary, medium-sized, metal flask
The metal key is large, old and rusty. It has a piece of string attached as though it once belonged on someone's neck. The teeth of the key have been made into the shape of a skull.