A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're outside a car dealership in Exchange of Turkey.
The sky is overcast with dark clouds and big piles of turkeys are scattered about.

You're outside a car dealership in The Maracas Suburbs.
A nearby tiny, clay fountain produces a thick spray of umber liquid and collections of little, brown crystals are growing everywhere.

You're in a parlour in The Building of the Reductions.
Big, indigo doorways let in a soft light and ragtime music plays from below.

You're in a recreation room in The Bras Temple.
Here the atmosphere feels thin and a rustic, heliotrope elevator waits in a wall.

You're in The Mine of Edges.
A heavy, old door is set into a nearby wall and small piles of edges are scattered about.

You're in Crypt of Compassion.
Heavy metal music plays from everywhere and loosely scattered compassions are floating around.

You're in a security room in Spire of Catalysts.
Here the atmosphere feels thin and loosely scattered shields are floating in place.

You're in The Tweet Database.
Loosely scattered gears are floating around and a dull gray light illuminates the area.

You're drifting in an escape pod in Ring of the Gamebird.
A little planet with burgundy coloured oceans is nearby and a large cruiser warps out of the area.

You're in The Moor of the Epauliere.
A lone bush with russet luminescent leaves grows nearby and little stacks of dilapidated chairs are scattered about.

You're on a dreadnought in Knees Quadrant.
Hazel stars glitter far off in space and a big fleet of ships warp out of the area.

You're in a room in Positions Airport.
The sound of machinery comes from afar and loosely scattered positions are floating in place.

You're outside a train station in The Equivalent Harbour.
Several contrails streak across the viridian sky and many boxes are scattered about.

You're in The Space of Mandarins.
Tiny piles of clocks are scattered about and everything has a gold tint to it.

You're in The Tubes of Opossums.
A tiny pile of rubble blocks the way ahead and vines with tiny, umber flowers on them grow everywhere.

You're in The Shoelaces Dream.
Here the atmosphere feels stale and many shoelaces are scattered about.

You're on the deck of a yacht in Bayou of the Yellowjackets.
An electronic hum comes from above and large piles of cans are scattered about.

You're in The Specialist Tube.
The sound of a ringing phone comes from below and loosely scattered specialists are floating around.

You're on the deck of a steamboat in Dock of the Window.
Loosely scattered windows are floating in place and a freezing, heavy rain falls with a breeze.

You're in Temp Server.
An information highway stretches into the distance and everything has a white tint to it.