A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in Nose Space.
A ruined wooden structure lays nearby and a dull red light illuminates the area.

You're in Catacomb of the Linguist.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and loosely scattered linguists are floating in place.

You're in an auditorium in The Adverbs Palace.
A small, sterile, terracotta table with chairs sits in the centre of the room and here the atmosphere feels dry.