You're on an installation in The Field of the Downturn. A little planet with topaz coloured oceans is nearby and multitudes of ships busily warp in and out of the area.
You're on the deck of a freighter in The Cove of the Determinations. Rap music echoes from nearby and loosely scattered determinations are floating in place.
You're in a sauna in Rites Building. The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and a tiny, ruined, glass table with chairs sits in the centre of the room.