You're outside a train station in Exchange of the Dictaphone. Collections of small, luminous scarlet crystals are growing everywhere and here the atmosphere feels thick.
You're outside an amusement park in Downtown of Labels. A tiny, terracotta secretarybird statue on a pedestal is nearby and loosely scattered clean books are floating around.
You're in a recreation room in The Museum of Silicons. The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and loosely scattered silicons are floating around.