You're outside a dry cleaners in The Airfield of Instructors. Floating groups of small, scarlet lights dance about and a dense, hazel fog blankets the area.
You're outside a hotel in The Funds Estates. Boat traffic gently floats through canals of rouge coloured water and ruined gold bricks poke out through the ground.
You're on a small island in The Canal of Yarns. Light snow falls with a periodic wind and loosely scattered hazel coloured stones are floating in place.
You're outside a bus depot in The Precinct of Poker. Loosely scattered ecru coloured pebbles are floating around and a harsh violet light illuminates the area.