A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in a breakroom in The Difference Station.
Many differences are scattered about and a low rumbling noise comes from below.

You're outside a sushi bar in Lollipop Port.
Various market stalls sprawl across the port and big piles of lollipops are scattered about.

You're outside a carnival in Marketplace of the Walkings.
Light hail falls with a gale and floating groups of small, aquamarine lights dance about.

You're in Chasm of Mates.
Little piles of mates are scattered about and the entire area is covered in shadow.

You're outside an arcade in Wrapper Suburbs.
Bebop music echoes from afar and the architecture here has a futurist style.

You're in Field of the Poet.
A rain of ash falls from above and a half buried pile of silver bricks is nearby.

You're drifting in an escape pod in The Asteroid of the Council.
A tiny dreadnought warps into the area and a small, sepia star is nearby.

You're outside a car dealership in Port of the Technology.
A pulsing scarlet light periodically illuminates the area and various market stalls sprawl across the port.

You're in a restroom in Castle of the Fort.
The sound of a ringing phone comes from everywhere and patches of fresh, beige paint are scattered about.

You're in The Spirit Memories.
An electronic hum comes from nearby and small stacks of shields are scattered about.

You're in The Hole of Credit.
A heavy, decayed door is set into a nearby wall and loosely scattered cogs are floating in place.

You're in a pantry in Centre of Bakery.
Floating groups of small, black lights dance about and here the temperature feels lukewarm.

You're in Dungeon of the Jug.
Large piles of cans are scattered about and a big pile of rubble blocks the way ahead.

You're in The Tube of Examinations.
Ragtime music plays from afar and a wide shaft of crimson coloured light pokes through a hole above.

You're in Space of the Shallot.
The sound of a ticking clock comes from afar and small stacks of stools are scattered about.

You're in a mechanical room in Citadel of Pen.
Big stacks of pens are scattered about and an irregular burst of wind blows through the area.

You're in The Tunnels of Fighter.
A thin shaft of amber coloured light pokes through a hole above and the hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum.

You're floating in The Void of the Yams.
A small spacedock warps into the area and there's a vast nothing in all directions.

You're in Cistern of the Regard.
Electro music echoes from everywhere and a wide shaft of russet coloured light pokes through a hole above.

You're in Lines Web.
The surrounding area appears pixelated and vaporwave music echoes from afar.