You're in Tube of the Reservations. Tiny piles of reservations are scattered about and a wide shaft of amber coloured light pokes through a hole above.
You're on a small island in The Spite Ocean. Loosely scattered cogs are floating in place and a pulsing russet light periodically illuminates the area.
You're outside a gas station in The Thermal Precinct. All of the buildings here look pristine and a pulsing auburn light periodically illuminates the area.