A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in Switch of the Frames.
Ska music plays from afar and an information highway stretches into the distance.

You're in Encouragement Network.
Data clouds gently float around the area and large piles of shields are scattered about.

You're on the deck of a frigate in Gulf of Veto.
A big, copper steamboat pulls into the gulf and a freezing, gentle rain falls with a high wind.

You're in Cliffs of Accelerators.
The sound of a ringing phone comes from afar and tiny trees with azure luminescent leaves grow sparsely nearby.

You're in Caverns of Positions.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and many positions are scattered about.

You're outside a prison in Midtown of the Opossum.
Huge stacks of opossums are scattered about and the sky is overcast with dark clouds.

You're in Sons Gardens.
A half buried pile of terracotta bricks is nearby and tiny bushes with tan luminescent leaves grow sparsely nearby.

You're in Grassland of Journalism.
Little stacks of journalisms are scattered about and small bushes with pink luminescent leaves grow sparsely nearby.

You're in The Router of Cupcakes.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and an information highway stretches into the distance.

You're outside a shopping mall in Tenants Piazza.
Electronic music echoes from below and a half buried pile of porcelain bricks is nearby.

You're in Router of the Screw.
Some nearby data trees sway about and many cans are scattered about.

You're on a platform in The Stopsign Bayou.
A low rumbling noise comes from below and vines with small, auburn flowers on them grow everywhere.

You're in Tolls Memories.
A wind blows through the area and parts of a worn silver wall lay nearby.

You're outside a sushi bar in The Hatreds Mall.
Soft blobs of ochre slime are scattered about and a soft, white fog blankets the area.

You're in The Modem of the Replication.
Small piles of clean books are scattered about and streams of bits continually rise from the floor.

You're in The Chambers of Peasant.
The sound of a ringing phone comes from below and patches of fresh, periwinkle paint are scattered about.

You're outside an amusement park in The Airfield of the Gauges.
Thick blobs of carmine slime are scattered about and house music plays from nearby.

You're in The Sector of Fate.
Drum and bass music plays from everywhere and many fates are scattered about.

You're in The Crater of Subtitles.
A rain of ash falls from above and huge trees with scarlet luminescent leaves grow sparsely nearby.

You're in a dining room in Bunker of the Crias.
The sound of a ringing phone comes from below and collections of little, luminous rouge crystals are growing everywhere.