A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in The Horn Rift.
Loosely scattered shields are floating in place and a big, bronze crab statue is nearby.

You're outside an arcade in Precinct of Inclusions.
The sound of a ringing phone comes from above and a nearby little, marble fountain produces a thick spray of puce liquid.

You're in The River of the Grandmom.
The cloudless sky has a black hue and little stacks of grandmoms are scattered about.

You're on an islet in River of Grands.
Many decayed crates are scattered about and a low rumbling noise comes from nearby.

You're in The Suspenders Rift.
A sharp viridian light illuminates the area and tiny, alabaster cones are arranged in a triangle.

You're in a parlour in The Castle of Down.
Here the atmosphere feels moist and small piles of bottles are scattered about.

You're in a security room in Outrun Airport.
Here the atmosphere feels thin and the room's decor has a worn, angular style.

You're in The Guacamoles Hole.
A wide shaft of amber coloured light pokes through a hole above and many guacamoles are scattered about.

You're on a platform in The Strait of Anagrams.
Here the atmosphere feels thin and several big whirlpools spin nearby.

You're in The Mambo Wastes.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and big stacks of coins are scattered about.

You're in The Tundra of the Proposal.
A ruined alabaster structure lays nearby and nearby cold water turbulently flows with a roar.

You're in The Maze of the Discretion.
Drum and bass music echoes from afar and reality here wobbles slightly.

You're in a living room in The Bunker of Destroyer.
Little stacks of destroyers are scattered about and the sound of machinery comes from below.

You're outside a karaoke bar in Transit Quarter.
Parts of a worn terracotta wall lay nearby and boat traffic gently floats through canals of aqua coloured water.

You're in an auditorium in The Tower of the Yellowjackets.
The entire area is covered in shadow and tiny stacks of yellowjackets are scattered about.

You're drifting in an escape pod in The Wormhole of the Skullduggeries.
There's a vast nothing in all directions and a big frigate warps out of the area.

You're in The Server of Heater.
An electronic hum comes from below and small piles of heaters are scattered about.

You're outside a church in The Linguists Bazaar.
Surf rock music plays from everywhere and patches of fresh, umber paint are scattered about.

You're drifting in Contingencies Nebulae.
A tiny, indigo star is nearby and a tiny fleet of ships warp out of the area.

You're in Database of the Confidence.
Cylinders of compressed data float around and loosely scattered confidences are floating around.