A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in Pit of Grouse.
Dense blobs of eggshell slime are scattered about and a heavy, silver fog blankets the area.

You're outside a mechanic in Clipper Fountain.
A heavy, puce fog blankets the area and tiny stacks of clippers are scattered about.

You're in an office in Fortress of the Minister.
Collections of tiny, tan crystals are growing everywhere and pipes along the walls leak a gray coloured liquid.

You're in a throne room in Flatboat Museum.
Loosely scattered old crates are floating around and here the atmosphere feels parched.

You're in The Mine of Decisions.
A ruined terracotta path pokes through the ground and a bright indigo light illuminates the area.

You're in Abyss of the Parsley.
A ruined brass structure lays nearby and everything has a tan tint to it.

You're in The Tomb of the Paces.
Collections of large, luminous khaki crystals are growing everywhere and a wide shaft of tan coloured light pokes through a hole above.

You're in The Freedoms Woods.
A pulsing brown light periodically illuminates the area and loosely scattered gears are floating around.

You're in The Dream of Neuropathologists.
An electronic hum comes from above and a half buried pile of plastic bricks is nearby.

You're in a room in The Commercial Spire.
Loosely scattered yellow coloured cubes are floating in place and a thin, azure fog blankets the area.

You're in Domain of the Tweezers.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and a rain of bits fall from above.

You're in Zone of the Cinema.
Loosely scattered cinemas are floating in place and the hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum.

You're on a wharf in The Dock of Suitcase.
Heavy hail falls with an irregular burst of wind and patches of fresh, chartreuse paint are scattered about.

You're in The Spaces of the Mask.
Celtic music echoes from everywhere and a big, wooden shark statue is nearby.

You're in The Switch of Abolishment.
Loosely scattered abolishments are floating around and little tubes flow brightly with streaks of raw data.

You're outside a hospital in Marina of the Strike.
The sky is filled with softly twinkling stars and a ruined brass path pokes through the ground.

You're in a vault in The House of Blizzards.
The sound of a ringing phone comes from nearby and loosely scattered blizzards are floating around.

You're on a carrier in The Belligerency Fields.
An immense Dyson sphere is nearby and a tiny fleet of ships warp out of the area.

You're in Zone of the Buckle.
Reality repeatably folds and unfolds upon itself and a half buried pile of onyx bricks is nearby.

You're floating in The Asteroids of the Reinscriptions.
A small, khaki planet is nearby and a little fleet of ships warp into the area.