A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're on a platform in The Ocean of Sculpturals.
A large collection of ships are wrecked nearby and here the temperature feels freezing.

You're outside a bank in Bazaar of Validate.
Loosely scattered paper sheets are floating around and endless streams of vehicles pass by at high speed.

You're in Sopranos Dale.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and a lone bush with ochre luminescent leaves grows nearby.

You're in Domain of Spies.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and big piles of newspapers are scattered about.

You're in a library in Fort of Philanthropies.
Drum and bass music plays from afar and huge piles of cogs are scattered about.

You're in Chastity Space.
Thin blobs of ivory slime are scattered about and a pulsing ivory light periodically illuminates the area.

You're outside a church in Marina of the Volleyballs.
Here the temperature feels cool and large piles of paper sheets are scattered about.

You're in a laboratory in Temple of Racer.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and pipes along the walls leak a periwinkle coloured liquid.

You're in The Concentration Space.
A heavy, red fog blankets the area and nearby concrete pillars are arranged in a septagon.

You're in The Hanger Dreams.
Nearby plastic pillars are arranged in a decagon and thin blobs of periwinkle slime are scattered about.

You're on the deck of a ferry in Docks of Packs.
A soft, cobalt fog blankets the area and big stacks of batteries are scattered about.

You're outside a library in Uptown of Puma.
Parts of a worn wooden wall lay nearby and the sound of machinery comes from nearby.

You're in Spaces of the Decks.
Tiny stacks of mocha coloured gems are scattered about and tiny, alabaster toruses float in a pentagon.

You're in Waste of the Inlays.
Loosely scattered inlays are floating in place and a burning, heavy rain falls with a breeze.

You're in Cases Net.
Loosely scattered swords are floating in place and little tubes flow brightly with streaks of raw data.

You're in The Gravy Dreamscape.
A soft, blue fog blankets the area and loosely scattered sterile chairs are floating around.

You're outside a mechanic in The Harbour of Functionalities.
Italo disco music plays from afar and patches of fresh, silver paint are scattered about.

You're in Net of Enigmas.
Little piles of bits litter the area and an electronic hum comes from everywhere.

You're in The Mine of the Cartridge.
Big piles of cartridges are scattered about and vaporwave music echoes from nearby.

You're in The Basin of Penicillins.
Vines with huge, yellow flowers on them grow everywhere and a lone bush with mauve luminescent leaves grows nearby.