You're outside a bank in The Park of the Escapes. Electronic music echoes from above and boat traffic gently floats through canals of aqua coloured water.
You're on a platform in The Sound of Cytokine. Collections of little, white crystals are growing everywhere and a cold, heavy rain falls with a low wind.
You're outside a motel in The Piazza of the Stall. Small piles of shields are scattered about and a pulsing sage light periodically illuminates the area.