You're outside a strip mall in Former Exchange. The indigo sky has few big clouds floating above and patches of fresh, vermillion paint are scattered about.
You're outside a bar in The Railyard of the Ecumenist. The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and all of the buildings here look old.
You're on the deck of a brig in Shore of Peacoats. Big stacks of maroon coloured gems are scattered about and the sound of a ticking clock comes from everywhere.
You're outside a convenience store in The Estates of the Providences. Various market stalls sprawl across the estates and little piles of providences are scattered about.
You're in Drive of Ambiguities. Tiny stacks of immaculate chairs are scattered about and large towers covered in blinking heliotrope lights surround the area.