A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in The Associate Tubes.
Parts of a worn alabaster wall lay nearby and the area ahead has collapsed in.

You're in a showroom in Museum of Injuries.
Large piles of injuries are scattered about and a dilute, burgundy fog blankets the area.

You're on the deck of a clipper in The Lake of Legitimacy.
Tiny stacks of coins are scattered about and light snow falls with a light breeze.

You're on a spacebase in The Nebula of the Element.
There's a vast nothing in all directions and a big base warps into the area.

You're in an office in Spire of the Limo.
Tiny, mocha windows let in a sharp light and a soft russet light illuminates the area.

You're in Bathhouse Infinity.
A big, brass abstract torus sculpture is nearby and the entire area is covered in shadow.

You're in Space of Octets.
Loosely scattered newspapers are floating in place and rock music plays from below.

You're in Cave of the Pitas.
Many pitas are scattered about and smooth jazz music plays from nearby.

You're in The Conduit of Line.
Small piles of bits litter the area and jazz music echoes from below.

You're in an office in Castle of Meadows.
A tiny, dilapidated, brass table sits alone in the centre of the room and big stacks of cans are scattered about.

You're in a utility room in The Bunker of Proximal.
The room's decor has a new, rustic style and little stacks of proximals are scattered about.

You're in a storeroom in Castle of Wrists.
Many gears are scattered about and here the temperature feels warm.

You're in The Tunnels of the Aids.
A soft, aquamarine fog blankets the area and loosely scattered aids are floating around.

You're in The Router of the Bulls.
The sound of machinery comes from below and streams of binary dart around above.

You're outside an amusement park in Marketplace of the Consistency.
Collections of tiny, fuchsia crystals are growing everywhere and the purple sky has many tiny clouds floating above.

You're in The Reasoning Dream.
The sound of machinery comes from everywhere and floating groups of small, cream lights dance about.

You're in Desert of the Administrators.
Light hail falls with a periodic wind and thin blobs of white slime are scattered about.

You're outside a hospital in The Bazaar of Bronco.
The architecture here has a classical style and tiny stacks of broncos are scattered about.

You're in The Sector of the Balance.
Big stacks of balances are scattered about and an electronic hum comes from below.

You're on a cargo ship in Chip Rings.
A tiny fleet of ships warp out of the area and an immense Dyson sphere is nearby.