A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're on a dock in The Barbecues Puddle.
A tiny collection of ships are wrecked nearby and big piles of barbecues are scattered about.

You're outside a train station in Spelling Quarter.
Tiny stacks of gray coloured cubes are scattered about and an electronic hum comes from everywhere.

You're on a cruiser in The Field of Lack.
There's a vast nothing in all directions and a small fleet of ships warp into the area.

You're in Pits of Register.
A heavy, dilapidated door is set into a nearby wall and parts of a worn soapstone wall lay nearby.

You're at The Beginning, again.
An endless sea of possibility flows outwards in every direction.