A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in a kitchen in Bunker of the Skeleton.
Floating groups of small, gray lights dance about and empty bookcases line the walls.

You're in a sauna in House of the Bankruptcies.
Here the temperature feels lukewarm and empty bookcases line the walls.

You're in a stairwell in Parkas Palace.
Here the atmosphere feels stale and vines with little, mocha flowers on them grow everywhere.

You're in Dignities Hollow.
A thin shaft of red coloured light pokes through a hole above and tiny piles of dignities are scattered about.

You're in Tunnel of Maximums.
A half buried pile of bronze bricks is nearby and here the atmosphere feels thick.

You're on a cruise ship in The Sector of Pastor.
Hazel stars glitter far off in space and a large installation warps out of the area.

You're on a quay in Dictaphone Bay.
A lukewarm, heavy rain falls with an irregular burst of wind and collections of large, luminous auburn crystals are growing everywhere.

You're in Depths of Packages.
Collections of large, aquamarine crystals are growing everywhere and the area ahead has collapsed in.

You're in The Plains of Mutts.
Large bushes with purple luminescent leaves grow sparsely nearby and tiny piles of mutts are scattered about.

You're in The Tomb of Booleans.
A low rumbling noise comes from nearby and a half buried pile of alabaster bricks is nearby.

You're in Archive of Codpieces.
The sound of a ticking clock comes from nearby and holographic banner ads float across every surface.

You're in The Network of Scams.
Loosely scattered magenta coloured rocks are floating around and the hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum.

You're outside a bus depot in Sorrows Exchange.
A little, bronze fox statue on a pedestal is nearby and light snow falls with a periodic wind.

You're in Trolleys Grid.
Holographic banner ads float across every surface and small piles of trolleys are scattered about.

You're in The Mainframe of Cure.
Large piles of cogs are scattered about and the hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum.

You're in Mines of the Tree.
The sound of a ticking clock comes from below and floating groups of small, cyan lights dance about.

You're in Summit of the Intervals.
The sky is filled with softly twinkling stars and tiny trees with russet luminescent leaves grow sparsely nearby.

You're in a boiler room in The Palace of the Produces.
Thick blobs of black slime are scattered about and the entire area is covered in shadow.

You're in Exchange of the Garbage.
Industrial music echoes from afar and loosely scattered garbages are floating in place.

You're in Puffins Nexus.
Staircases placed at all angles lead off into the distance and a thick, brown fog blankets the area.