A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in a workship in Bunker of Flies.
Small piles of flies are scattered about and the sound of machinery comes from everywhere.

You're in a vault in Disasters Fort.
Huge stacks of disasters are scattered about and empty bookcases line the walls.

You're in Hometowns Drive.
Loosely scattered hometowns are floating around and holographic banner ads float across every surface.

You're in The Dreams Room.
Ruined clay bricks poke out through the ground and small, brass octahedrons are arranged in a spiral.

You're in Elk Port.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and huge piles of elks are scattered about.

You're in Peak of Period.
A ruined hedge with vermillion leaves circles the area and loosely scattered periods are floating in place.

You're in Mailer Falls.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and nearby frigid water turbulently flows with a roar.

You're in a control room in Centre of the Apricot.
Pipes along the walls leak a white coloured liquid and a low rumbling noise comes from everywhere.

You're on a satellite in Asteroids of the Consul.
A big fleet of ships warp into the area and a big, fuchsia star is nearby.

You're in Net of the Flexibilities.
Tetrahedrons of compressed data float around and loosely scattered clocks are floating around.

You're in The Infinity of the Tenant.
Little piles of tenants are scattered about and here the atmosphere feels parched.

You're outside a nightclub in Moccasin Market.
Everything has a red tint to it and many carmine coloured pebbles are scattered about.

You're on the deck of a tanker in Lagoon of the Promise.
Huge piles of promises are scattered about and heavy hail falls with a wind.

You're drifting in an escape pod in The Bay Quadrant.
A tiny freighter warps into the area and an immense Dyson sphere is nearby.

You're in The Plane of Bathrobe.
Here the atmosphere feels thick and reality here wobbles slightly.

You're in Cave of the Opponent.
An irregular burst of wind blows through the area and a thin shaft of topaz coloured light pokes through a hole above.

You're in Realm of Celebrity.
Big stacks of clean chairs are scattered about and the sound of a ringing phone comes from nearby.

You're in The Space of Lion.
Here the temperature feels frigid and loosely scattered clocks are floating in place.

You're on an islet in The Ocean of Privilege.
A large collection of ships are wrecked nearby and the sound of a ringing phone comes from below.

You're in Spaces of Nightmare.
Here the temperature feels freezing and big piles of monitors are scattered about.