A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in The Integers Hill.
A ruined hedge with heliotrope leaves circles the area and here the atmosphere feels dry.

You're in an apartment in Museum of the Trooper.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and big stacks of sterile crates are scattered about.

You're in a parlour in Station of Regulator.
Here the temperature feels tepid and tiny piles of regulators are scattered about.