A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in Infinity of Read.
A dense, navy fog blankets the area and patches of fresh, taupe paint are scattered about.

You're in The Sector of Bacons.
Tiny stacks of bottles are scattered about and a soft sepia light illuminates the area.

You're in Isolation Tubes.
Floating groups of small, gray lights dance about and a thin shaft of vermillion coloured light pokes through a hole above.

You're outside a prison in The Bore Park.
Heavy hail falls with a high wind and boat traffic gently floats through canals of taupe coloured water.

You're outside an amusement park in Marina of the Lace.
Here the atmosphere feels damp and a ruined marble structure lays nearby.

You're in Tube of Dirts.
Parts of a worn gold wall lay nearby and the area ahead has collapsed in.

You're in The Wage Infinities.
Thin blobs of white slime are scattered about and a pulsing sage light periodically illuminates the area.

You're in The Woods of the Diaphragms.
Many paper sheets are scattered about and the cloudless sky has a russet hue.

You're outside a bar in Females Bazaar.
Ska punk music echoes from everywhere and a half buried pile of granite bricks is nearby.

You're in The Years Planes.
Large piles of years are scattered about and an electronic hum comes from everywhere.

You're in The Grove of the Champagnes.
Loosely scattered shields are floating around and a low rumbling noise comes from afar.

You're drifting in an escape pod in Prisons Sector.
There's a vast nothing in all directions and a huge cruiser warps into the area.

You're in Net of Undertaker.
Electro music echoes from above and loosely scattered batteries are floating in place.

You're in Fen of the License.
Electronic music plays from above and a clean hedge with silver leaves circles the area.

You're floating in Quadrant of the Passenger.
A huge fleet of ships warp out of the area and there's a vast nothing in all directions.

You're in Dream of Deeps.
Reality repeatably folds and unfolds upon itself and the hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum.

You're on a freighter in System of Exposures.
A small fleet of ships warp out of the area and there's a vast nothing in all directions.

You're outside a nightclub in Marina of the Picnics.
A half buried pile of porcelain bricks is nearby and light hail falls with a periodic wind.

You're in a vault in Sauces Bunker.
Little stacks of monitors are scattered about and electro music plays from everywhere.

You're in The Pits of Backburns.
Vines with huge, copper flowers on them grow everywhere and a breeze blows through the area.