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You're outside a museum in Midtown of Suffocation.
Several contrails streak across the eggshell sky and russet coloured lanterns line the streets.

You're drifting in The Rings of the Groups.
A big station warps into the area and a huge planet with red coloured oceans is nearby.

You're on the deck of an aircraft carrier in The Pools of Illusions.
Here the temperature feels burning and big piles of cogs are scattered about.

You're in Grid of the Gastronomies.
A teal grid covers every surface and many gastronomies are scattered about.

You're on the deck of a trawler in The Marina of Rod.
An electronic hum comes from above and thin blobs of red slime are scattered about.

You're in The Fenders Marsh.
A lone tree with blurple luminescent leaves grows nearby and collections of huge, luminous cerise crystals are growing everywhere.

You're in The Sector of the Can.
Huge stacks of cans are scattered about and trance music echoes from afar.

You're on the deck of a longboat in Estuary of the Attempt.
A large, copper cargo ship pulls into the estuary and the sound of a ringing phone comes from nearby.

You're in a classroom in The Capital Fort.
Filled bookcases line the walls and many cans are scattered about.

You're in Hill of Hoes.
Small trees with sepia luminescent leaves grow sparsely nearby and many decayed chairs are scattered about.

You're on a jetty in The Fjord of the Email.
Loosely scattered emails are floating in place and here the temperature feels cool.

You're in Accommodation Room.
Here the atmosphere feels parched and a half buried pile of terracotta bricks is nearby.

You're in The Mobs Infinity.
Loosely scattered bottles are floating in place and dubstep music echoes from everywhere.

You're in Astrologer Lake.
A low rumbling noise comes from everywhere and a ruined granite structure lays nearby.

You're in Dreams of Infant.
A heavy, amber fog blankets the area and patches of fresh, cobalt paint are scattered about.

You're in The Shoemakers Web.
Large piles of newspapers are scattered about and a pulsing black light periodically illuminates the area.

You're on the deck of a catamaran in The Strait of the Jockeys.
Many jockeys are scattered about and a gust blows through the area.

You're outside a strip mall in Sailing Quarter.
Various market stalls sprawl across the quarter and light snow falls with a gust.

You're in The Tunnel of Administration.
Floating groups of small, ecru lights dance about and a harsh pink light illuminates the area.

You're in The Infinities of Roads.
Rows of steel pillars stretch into the distance and floating groups of small, blurple lights dance about.

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Computer Fairies

Computer Fairies is a Mastodon instance that aims to be as queer, friendly and furry as possible. We welcome all kinds of computer fairies!