A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in a vestibule in The Fort of Post.
Many posts are scattered about and hip hop music plays from everywhere.

You're in The Dream of Customers.
The dream stretches on forever and everything has a sepia tint to it.

You're in The Oubliette of Encyclopedia.
Collections of big, umber crystals are growing everywhere and everything has a gold tint to it.

You're in The Catacomb of the Hovels.
A half buried pile of silver bricks is nearby and blues music echoes from below.

You're in The Maze of Telephones.
A low rumbling noise comes from below and loosely scattered stools are floating around.

You're in a security room in Citadel of the Control.
Loosely scattered shields are floating around and techno music plays from above.

You're in The Maternity Tubes.
A wide shaft of cerise coloured light pokes through a hole above and a pulsing navy light periodically illuminates the area.

You're in a restroom in The Tower of the Golf.
Small stacks of golfs are scattered about and synthpop music echoes from everywhere.

You're in a workship in Happening House.
Here the atmosphere feels humid and tiny stacks of happenings are scattered about.

You're in The Chambers of Messages.
Tiny, bronze cylinders float in a spiral and a wind blows through the area.

You're in Sleepinesses Rooms.
A little, plastic abstract torus sculpture is nearby and parts of a worn porcelain wall lay nearby.

You're in Clearing of the Collars.
A lone tree with blue luminescent leaves grows nearby and a dull aqua light illuminates the area.

You're on the deck of a tanker in The Eyebrow Firth.
A dilute, orange fog blankets the area and patches of fresh, blurple paint are scattered about.

You're in The Turnip Rainforest.
The sound of machinery comes from everywhere and ruined bronze bricks poke out through the ground.

You're on the deck of a liner in Cove of Barium.
Vines with tiny, sepia flowers on them grow everywhere and several tiny whirlpools spin nearby.

You're on the deck of a freighter in Baseboards Sea.
Everything has a mauve tint to it and the wreck of a cargo ship creaks nearby.

You're in a dining room in The Temple of Livestocks.
Vines with big, fuchsia flowers on them grow everywhere and a huge, dilapidated, silver table sits alone in the centre of the room.

You're in The Relay of the Algorithm.
Many monitors are scattered about and Eurobeat music plays from above.

You're in The Memories of the External.
A half buried pile of metal bricks is nearby and a thin, beige fog blankets the area.

You're in Wasteland of the Steaks.
Floating groups of small, scarlet lights dance about and here the temperature feels chilly.