A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in Spaces of the Decks.
Tiny stacks of mocha coloured gems are scattered about and tiny, alabaster toruses float in a pentagon.

You're in Waste of the Inlays.
Loosely scattered inlays are floating in place and a burning, heavy rain falls with a breeze.

You're in Cases Net.
Loosely scattered swords are floating in place and little tubes flow brightly with streaks of raw data.

You're in The Gravy Dreamscape.
A soft, blue fog blankets the area and loosely scattered sterile chairs are floating around.

You're outside a mechanic in The Harbour of Functionalities.
Italo disco music plays from afar and patches of fresh, silver paint are scattered about.

You're in Net of Enigmas.
Little piles of bits litter the area and an electronic hum comes from everywhere.

You're in The Mine of the Cartridge.
Big piles of cartridges are scattered about and vaporwave music echoes from nearby.

You're in The Basin of Penicillins.
Vines with huge, yellow flowers on them grow everywhere and a lone bush with mauve luminescent leaves grows nearby.

You're in Sector of Planters.
Many planters are scattered about and data clouds gently float around the area.

You're on the deck of a ferry in Loch of the Plans.
Loosely scattered plans are floating in place and metal music plays from nearby.

You're in a study room in The Station of Compromise.
A huge, decayed, alabaster table with chairs sits in the centre of the room and everything has a heliotrope tint to it.

You're in a store in The Tower of Childhood.
Many childhoods are scattered about and a low rumbling noise comes from below.

You're outside a diner in The Piazza of the Commissions.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and many cogs are scattered about.

You're in a laundry room in Cause Centre.
Pipes along the ceiling leak a khaki coloured liquid and tiny piles of boxes are scattered about.

You're in The Dreamscape of Chipmunks.
Tiny stacks of boxes are scattered about and nearby marble pillars are arranged in a triangle.

You're on a small island in The Canal of Roses.
Thick blobs of heliotrope slime are scattered about and a pulsing pink light periodically illuminates the area.

You're outside a bus depot in Scrutiny Airfield.
The architecture here has a classical style and big stacks of bottles are scattered about.

You're in Room of the Purchase.
Reality repeatably folds and unfolds upon itself and many purchases are scattered about.

You're outside a motel in Fountain of Realisations.
A rain of ash falls from above and loosely scattered ruined books are floating in place.

You're in The Heir Caves.
Collections of large, carmine crystals are growing everywhere and here the temperature feels tepid.