A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're drifting in an escape pod in The Warp of Gazelles.
A large, cerise star is nearby and a little outpost warps out of the area.

You're in The Tomb of Components.
Floating groups of small, gold lights dance about and here the temperature feels frigid.

You're outside a bus depot in Buckle Railyard.
A wind blows through the area and many dilapidated books are scattered about.

You're drifting in Carol Gate.
A small satellite warps into the area and a small planet with cobalt coloured oceans is nearby.

You're in a boiler room in The Temple of Afternoon.
Smooth jazz music plays from everywhere and many afternoons are scattered about.

You're in Club Memory.
Reality here wobbles slightly and small piles of clubs are scattered about.

You're on the deck of a steamboat in Reservoir of the Lifts.
Collections of big, ivory crystals are growing everywhere and the hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum.

You're in Warp of the Continuity.
A ruined gold path pokes through the ground and the warp stretches on forever.

You're in The Switch of Thinking.
Some nearby data trees sway about and the sound of machinery comes from below.

You're in The Codon Field.
Loosely scattered stools are floating in place and light snow falls with a gale.

You're in The Gulch of Violin.
Patches of fresh, red paint are scattered about and nearby cool water turbulently flows with a roar.

You're on an asteroid base in The Silences Rings.
Multitudes of ships busily warp in and out of the area and a huge planet with khaki coloured oceans is nearby.

You're in Mine of the Pearl.
The sound of a ringing phone comes from afar and a half buried pile of titanium bricks is nearby.

You're on a quay in Strait of Websites.
The clear, amber water laps gently and the sound of machinery comes from above.

You're on a wharf in Pond of Proportions.
A light breeze blows through the area and loosely scattered indigo coloured cubes are floating in place.

You're in a living room in The Temple of the Publication.
The sound of a ringing phone comes from nearby and the room's decor has a new, rustic style.

You're on the deck of a galley in The Pools of Pseudoscience.
A small, cerulean galley pulls into the pools and a pulsing gold light periodically illuminates the area.

You're in a mechanical room in Centre of the Visas.
A thin, viridian fog blankets the area and a small doorway lets in a harsh, scarlet light.

You're in Field of Compasses.
A half buried pile of bronze bricks is nearby and big trees with cobalt luminescent leaves grow sparsely nearby.

You're outside a bank in Marketplace of Wine.
Vines with big, eggshell flowers on them grow everywhere and endless streams of vehicles pass by at high speed.