You're outside a museum in The Fountain of the Exposition. Several contrails streak across the orange sky and boat traffic gently floats through canals of auburn coloured water.
You're outside a mechanic in The Hydroxyls Exchange. A pulsing orange light periodically illuminates the area and a little, silver squirrel statue on a pedestal is nearby.
You're on the deck of a frigate in The Crops Shore. The surface of the water bubbles fiercely and collections of huge, azure crystals are growing everywhere.
You're in a data centre in The Palace of the Resistance. The sound of machinery comes from afar and loosely scattered newspapers are floating in place.
You're outside a diner in Harbour of the Discourse. Little piles of ruined crates are scattered about and a freezing, gentle rain falls with a regular burst of wind.