You're in a wardrobe in The Plight Citadel. Pipes along the walls leak a carmine coloured liquid and the hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum.
You're on the deck of a hovercraft in The Cove of the Permission. The wreck of a cutter creaks nearby and the hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum.
You're in Spaces of the Rationale. The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and staircases placed at all angles lead off into the distance.
You're in Crypt of Snakebite. A thin shaft of ivory coloured light pokes through a hole above and floating groups of small, blurple lights dance about.