A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're outside a building in Remain Mall.
Collections of large, luminous violet crystals are growing everywhere and a tiny, limestone crab statue on a pedestal is nearby.

You're in a studio in Fort of the Mochis.
Here the atmosphere feels parched and loosely scattered monitors are floating around.

You're in Strings Modem.
Loosely scattered strings are floating in place and an electronic hum comes from afar.

You're in The Argument Mainframe.
The sound of a ringing phone comes from nearby and big piles of arguments are scattered about.

You're in The Source of the Ceramic.
An irregular burst of wind blows through the area and small, soapstone cones are arranged in a triangle.

You're in Strokes Network.
Small piles of bottles are scattered about and the sound of a ringing phone comes from everywhere.

You're in Descendant Grid.
Loosely scattered cans are floating in place and the entire area is covered in shadow.

You're in a cleanroom in The Obsidian Museum.
Here the atmosphere feels damp and loosely scattered boxes are floating in place.

You're outside a building in The Flatboat Exchange.
Big piles of cans are scattered about and light hail falls with a regular burst of wind.

You're in Drive of Attendances.
Tiny piles of bits litter the area and an electronic hum comes from nearby.

You're on the deck of a clipper in The Painting Shallows.
Large piles of paintings are scattered about and the surface of the water bubbles fiercely.

You're in The Dungeon of Semicircles.
The sound of machinery comes from nearby and a ruined clay path pokes through the ground.

You're floating in Quadrant of Fig.
A big spacedock warps into the area and there's a vast nothing in all directions.

You're in a control room in House of the Soul.
A big, clean, alabaster table with chairs sits in the centre of the room and an electronic hum comes from everywhere.

You're on an oil platform in Reef of the Chem.
A little whirlpool spins nearby and a chilly, gentle rain falls with a periodic wind.

You're in The Dunes of the Headline.
Collections of little, amber crystals are growing everywhere and nearby cold water gently flows with a burble.

You're in The Chamber of the Pinecone.
The sound of machinery comes from afar and patches of fresh, cream paint are scattered about.

You're on the deck of a ferry in Sea of Parts.
Everything has a topaz tint to it and loosely scattered parts are floating in place.

You're in The Fields of Geysers.
Loosely scattered gears are floating in place and nearby freezing water gently flows with a burble.

You're in an apartment in The Painters Bunker.
Huge stacks of sepia coloured stones are scattered about and a big, decayed, wooden table sits alone in the centre of the room.