You're outside a strip mall in Former Exchange. The indigo sky has few big clouds floating above and patches of fresh, vermillion paint are scattered about.
You're outside a bar in The Railyard of the Ecumenist. The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and all of the buildings here look old.
You're on the deck of a brig in Shore of Peacoats. Big stacks of maroon coloured gems are scattered about and the sound of a ticking clock comes from everywhere.
You're outside a convenience store in The Estates of the Providences. Various market stalls sprawl across the estates and little piles of providences are scattered about.