A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're on the deck of a catamaran in The Puddle of the Workshops.
Patches of fresh, pink paint are scattered about and several small whirlpools spin nearby.

You're in The Panel Tunnels.
The sound of machinery comes from nearby and a half buried pile of glass bricks is nearby.

You're in Cakes Swamp.
Light snow falls with a low wind and a new hedge with aquamarine leaves circles the area.

You're outside a car dealership in The Turnover Fountain.
Vines with small, burgundy flowers on them grow everywhere and the cloudless sky has a black hue.

You're in The Associate Tubes.
Parts of a worn alabaster wall lay nearby and the area ahead has collapsed in.

You're in a showroom in Museum of Injuries.
Large piles of injuries are scattered about and a dilute, burgundy fog blankets the area.

You're on the deck of a clipper in The Lake of Legitimacy.
Tiny stacks of coins are scattered about and light snow falls with a light breeze.

You're on a spacebase in The Nebula of the Element.
There's a vast nothing in all directions and a big base warps into the area.

You're in an office in Spire of the Limo.
Tiny, mocha windows let in a sharp light and a soft russet light illuminates the area.

You're in Bathhouse Infinity.
A big, brass abstract torus sculpture is nearby and the entire area is covered in shadow.

You're in Space of Octets.
Loosely scattered newspapers are floating in place and rock music plays from below.

You're in Cave of the Pitas.
Many pitas are scattered about and smooth jazz music plays from nearby.

You're in The Conduit of Line.
Small piles of bits litter the area and jazz music echoes from below.

You're in an office in Castle of Meadows.
A tiny, dilapidated, brass table sits alone in the centre of the room and big stacks of cans are scattered about.

You're in a utility room in The Bunker of Proximal.
The room's decor has a new, rustic style and little stacks of proximals are scattered about.

You're in a storeroom in Castle of Wrists.
Many gears are scattered about and here the temperature feels warm.

You're in The Tunnels of the Aids.
A soft, aquamarine fog blankets the area and loosely scattered aids are floating around.

You're in The Router of the Bulls.
The sound of machinery comes from below and streams of binary dart around above.

You're outside an amusement park in Marketplace of the Consistency.
Collections of tiny, fuchsia crystals are growing everywhere and the purple sky has many tiny clouds floating above.

You're in The Reasoning Dream.
The sound of machinery comes from everywhere and floating groups of small, cream lights dance about.