You're on a wharf in Docks of the Radar. The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and collections of small, purple crystals are growing everywhere.
You're in a wardrobe in The Tailor Building. A pulsing ivory light periodically illuminates the area and loosely scattered tailors are floating in place.
You're in a classroom in Acropolis of Poetry. A little, worn, terracotta table with chairs sits in the centre of the room and loosely scattered swords are floating in place.
You're on the deck of an aircraft carrier in Strait of Neuropsychiatries. A sharp cobalt light illuminates the area and large stacks of newspapers are scattered about.