A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're on a starship in Wormhole of General.
A large planet with amber coloured oceans is nearby and multitudes of ships busily warp in and out of the area.

You're in The Orchestras Domain.
A rain of bits fall from above and the sound of a ticking clock comes from above.

You're in Terminal of the Sponges.
Loosely scattered bottles are floating in place and streams of bits continually rise from the floor.

You're in Shippings Plane.
Electronic music echoes from below and patches of fresh, white paint are scattered about.

You're on a pier in Cove of the Successes.
Here the atmosphere feels thin and loosely scattered paper sheets are floating in place.

You're on an installation in System of Opportunity.
A huge planet with puce coloured oceans is nearby and a small fleet of ships warp out of the area.

You're in The Dale of Snails.
A thick, rouge fog blankets the area and large stacks of boxes are scattered about.

You're on a frigate in Sector of the Orientation.
A big spacebase warps out of the area and viridian stars glitter far off in space.

You're on an outpost in The Sphere of the Turkeys.
A big fleet of ships warp into the area and a small planet with auburn coloured oceans is nearby.

You're on a station in Undershirt Field.
Multitudes of ships busily warp in and out of the area and indigo stars glitter far off in space.

You're on the deck of a hovercraft in The Shallows of Crown.
Floating groups of small, mauve lights dance about and a soft, fuchsia fog blankets the area.

You're on a pier in Loch of the Wrists.
Loosely scattered old chairs are floating around and a small whirlpool spins nearby.

You're in Catalyst Infinities.
A low rumbling noise comes from afar and floating groups of small, cerise lights dance about.

You're in an observation deck in Temple of the Adulthood.
A large, sterile, jade table with chairs sits in the centre of the room and floating groups of small, heliotrope lights dance about.

You're in The Net of Insights.
Everything has a navy tint to it and icosahedrons of compressed data float around.

You're in The Yellowjacket Archive.
Small stacks of yellowjackets are scattered about and glowing umber lines pulse rhythmically.

You're in a cloakroom in Today House.
Many todays are scattered about and a pulsing maroon light periodically illuminates the area.

You're outside a hotel in Harbour of the Inscription.
A ruined clay path pokes through the ground and folk music echoes from above.

You're in Quagmire of the Exhaustions.
Sage coloured leaves are spread all over the ground and a ruined limestone structure lays nearby.

You're in The Wasteland of Sociology.
Many monitors are scattered about and the sky is overcast with dark clouds.