You're in The Garden of the Lentils. Collections of large, luminous rouge crystals are growing everywhere and the sky is filled with softly twinkling stars.
You're on the deck of a liner in The Loch of Accountabilities. Collections of large, luminous yellow crystals are growing everywhere and here the atmosphere feels stale.
You're outside a dry cleaners in The Plaza of Piracies. Huge piles of ecru coloured stones are scattered about and endless streams of vehicles pass by at high speed.