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.
You're outside a pub in Venisons Park. A ruined terracotta structure lays nearby and boat traffic gently floats through canals of violet coloured water.
You're outside a convenience store in The Lunchroom Port. The sound of a ticking clock comes from above and patches of fresh, copper paint are scattered about.