A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in The Tubes of Opossums.
A tiny pile of rubble blocks the way ahead and vines with tiny, umber flowers on them grow everywhere.

You're in The Shoelaces Dream.
Here the atmosphere feels stale and many shoelaces are scattered about.

You're on the deck of a yacht in Bayou of the Yellowjackets.
An electronic hum comes from above and large piles of cans are scattered about.

You're in The Specialist Tube.
The sound of a ringing phone comes from below and loosely scattered specialists are floating around.

You're on the deck of a steamboat in Dock of the Window.
Loosely scattered windows are floating in place and a freezing, heavy rain falls with a breeze.

You're in Temp Server.
An information highway stretches into the distance and everything has a white tint to it.

You're in Terminal of the Blueberry.
Large stacks of boxes are scattered about and a soft rouge light illuminates the area.

You're in Cistern of Carps.
Loosely scattered carps are floating around and the sound of machinery comes from afar.

You're in Crystallography Planes.
Tiny piles of crystallographies are scattered about and the hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum.

You're in The Room of Lounge.
A low rumbling noise comes from everywhere and tiny piles of gray coloured cubes are scattered about.

You're in Memories of Understatements.
The sound of a ringing phone comes from nearby and huge stacks of understatements are scattered about.

You're on a spacedock in The Nebula of Pita.
An immense Dyson sphere is nearby and two spacedocks attack each in a fierce battle.

You're in Clearing of Geologies.
Many geologies are scattered about and nearby cold water gently flows with a burble.

You're outside a sushi bar in Bails Downtown.
Many bails are scattered about and the cloudless sky has a fuchsia hue.

You're in Alterations Pit.
Tiny stacks of shields are scattered about and punk rock music echoes from below.

You're in a utility room in The Centre of Positions.
The sound of a ringing phone comes from afar and loosely scattered new chairs are floating around.

You're outside a bar in The Park of the Tabs.
A ruined alabaster path pokes through the ground and a huge, metal snake statue on a pedestal is nearby.

You're on a platform in Harbour of Clays.
Huge stacks of cogs are scattered about and a dilute, hazel fog blankets the area.

You're in Bog of the Conservation.
A high wind blows through the area and ruined brass bricks poke out through the ground.

You're in a cleanroom in Palace of the Victim.
Collections of large, luminous chartreuse crystals are growing everywhere and drum and bass music echoes from above.