You're outside a pub in The Suburbs of the Starter. Huge piles of bottles are scattered about and the hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum.
You're in a foyer in Flanker Acropolis. Loosely scattered flankers are floating in place and a big, ruined, marble table with chairs sits in the centre of the room.
You're in The Rooms of Spyglass. Collections of large, luminous mauve crystals are growing everywhere and reality repeatably folds and unfolds upon itself.