A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're on the deck of a barge in Marina of the Sensibility.
The sound of machinery comes from below and many sensibilities are scattered about.

You're on the deck of a cargo ship in Puddle of the Deviations.
A warm, heavy rain falls with an irregular burst of wind and big piles of deviations are scattered about.

You're in Sickness Tunnels.
The sound of a ringing phone comes from afar and a thin shaft of green coloured light pokes through a hole above.

You're in Military Pit.
Everything has a fuchsia tint to it and heavy blobs of fuchsia slime are scattered about.

You're outside a bar in The Square of Individual.
The sound of a ringing phone comes from everywhere and a ruined jade path pokes through the ground.

You're on a satellite in Cord Nebula.
Aqua stars glitter far off in space and multitudes of ships busily warp in and out of the area.

You're outside a zoo in The Slopes Precinct.
Boat traffic gently floats through canals of green coloured water and many slopes are scattered about.

You're in a suite in Acropolis of the Cartilage.
Loosely scattered pink coloured stones are floating around and a tiny, pristine, onyx table sits alone in the centre of the room.

You're on the deck of a scow in Litter River.
Heavy snow falls with a breeze and a huge collection of ships are wrecked nearby.

You're in Donation Relay.
Huge piles of auburn coloured stones are scattered about and a pulsing viridian light periodically illuminates the area.

You're in a freezer in The Spire of the Separation.
Loosely scattered separations are floating around and a bright brown light illuminates the area.

You're outside a bar in The Port of Defeat.
Collections of huge, luminous auburn crystals are growing everywhere and here the temperature feels blazing.

You're in Internet Bayou.
A rain of ash falls from above and collections of small, crimson crystals are growing everywhere.

You're in The Pits of the Aluminiums.
Here the atmosphere feels arid and loosely scattered immaculate crates are floating in place.

You're in Clearing of the Magics.
The cloudless sky has a cyan hue and loosely scattered magics are floating in place.

You're in The Infinity of the Snowsuits.
An irregular burst of wind blows through the area and loosely scattered orange coloured cubes are floating in place.

You're in The Mountain of the Practitioner.
Tiny stacks of practitioners are scattered about and tiny bushes with carmine luminescent leaves grow sparsely nearby.

You're in a suite in Airport of the Lamb.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and filled bookcases line the walls.

You're in Domain of the Attendants.
The sound of a ringing phone comes from below and an information highway stretches into the distance.

You're in The Respites Void.
Here the temperature feels temperate and reality repeatably folds and unfolds upon itself.