You're in The Catacombs of Coalitions. A thin shaft of cerulean coloured light pokes through a hole above and tiny piles of blue coloured rocks are scattered about.
You're on the deck of a scow in The Canal of the Bothers. The surface of the water periodically bubbles fiercely and everything has a burgundy tint to it.
You're in a lunchroom in House of Facelift. Collections of tiny, luminous brown crystals are growing everywhere and the sound of a ticking clock comes from above.
You're outside a train station in Midtown of the Concentrations. The architecture here has a classical style and several contrails streak across the scarlet sky.