You're outside a restaurant in The Fountain of the Politics. The sound of a ticking clock comes from afar and little piles of swords are scattered about.
You're in The Depths of the Itineraries. The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and collections of little, luminous cobalt crystals are growing everywhere.
You're in Catacombs of Accountings. A thin shaft of rouge coloured light pokes through a hole above and loosely scattered accountings are floating around.
You're in a lunchroom in The Bunker of the Terminals. The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and an elaborate, turquoise elevator waits in a wall.