You're outside an arcade in The Marina of the Shallot. A ruined jade path pokes through the ground and boat traffic gently floats through canals of sage coloured water.
You're outside a carnival in Airfield of the Sheep. Collections of little, blurple crystals are growing everywhere and here the temperature feels scorching.
You're outside a car dealership in The Uptown of Bourgeoisies. Heavy snow falls with a wind and a nearby small, copper fountain produces a heavy spray of tan liquid.