You're outside a carnival in Marina of Insulation. Boat traffic gently floats through canals of hazel coloured water and the entire area is covered in shadow.
You're in Rooms of the Liability. Staircases placed at all angles lead off into the distance and collections of big, cobalt crystals are growing everywhere.
You're in a suite in Bunker of the Progenitor. A little, pristine, steel table sits alone in the centre of the room and a sharp brown light illuminates the area.