You're on a wharf in Sea of Hunts. A pulsing rouge light periodically illuminates the area and vines with large, chartreuse flowers on them grow everywhere.
You're in a data centre in Spire of the Hangers. Pipes along the ceiling leak a pink coloured liquid and the sound of a ringing phone comes from everywhere.
You're outside an apartment in The Uptown of the Citruses. Vines with huge, sepia flowers on them grow everywhere and a low wind blows through the area.
You're in Tube of the Reservations. Tiny piles of reservations are scattered about and a wide shaft of amber coloured light pokes through a hole above.