A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're outside a hotel in The Market of Controller.
The sound of machinery comes from above and loosely scattered controllers are floating in place.

You're in The Dream of the Fellow.
Rows of glass pillars stretch into the distance and here the atmosphere feels thick.

You're on the deck of a galleon in Reversal Pond.
A high wind blows through the area and a big, khaki man-o-war pulls into the pond.

You're in The Space of the Emotions.
Parts of a worn alabaster wall lay nearby and the sound of a ticking clock comes from afar.

You're in The Space of the Meantimes.
Little, glass toruses are arranged in a decagon and the sound of a ticking clock comes from nearby.

You're on the deck of a paddle steamer in The Bay of the Attainments.
A pulsing violet light periodically illuminates the area and loosely scattered attainments are floating around.

You're in a studio in The Spire of the Amazon.
Here the temperature feels temperate and pipes along the ceiling leak a teal coloured liquid.

You're in Peak of Monsters.
Nearby burning water turbulently flows with a roar and big piles of monsters are scattered about.

You're in a common room in The Indication Bunker.
Vines with small, rouge flowers on them grow everywhere and here the atmosphere feels dry.

You're in The Dreams of Bet.
Parts of a worn marble wall lay nearby and a soft ochre light illuminates the area.

You're outside a library in The Airfield of the Trailers.
Endless streams of vehicles pass by at high speed and large stacks of trailers are scattered about.

You're in The Sites Domain.
Many sites are scattered about and the hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum.

You're in The Alphas Maze.
Several huge, alabaster Helios busts are nearby and a ruined marble structure lays nearby.

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.