A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in The Network of the Porcelains.
Everything has an aqua tint to it and tiny piles of clean chairs are scattered about.

You're in a throne room in The Risers Station.
The entire area is covered in shadow and many towels are scattered about.

You're on a carrier in The Gate of Premeditation.
There's a vast nothing in all directions and a huge starship warps out of the area.

You're in The Dream of Thunderstorm.
A low rumbling noise comes from nearby and large piles of gray coloured cubes are scattered about.

You're in Spaces of Levels.
A dense, fuchsia fog blankets the area and reality repeatably folds and unfolds upon itself.

You're in a parlour in Fortress of Crumbs.
An irregular burst of wind blows through the area and big stacks of crumbs are scattered about.

You're in Drive of the Chests.
Loosely scattered towels are floating in place and toruses of compressed data bounce around.

You're in The Net of the Infrastructure.
Big piles of infrastructures are scattered about and an electronic hum comes from below.

You're in an office in Fortress of the Subset.
A baroque, tan elevator waits in a wall and collections of large, burgundy crystals are growing everywhere.

You're in The Realm of the Baseball.
A rain of bits fall from above and small stacks of towels are scattered about.

You're drifting in The Gate of the Husbands.
An immense Dyson sphere is nearby and a big space station warps out of the area.

You're drifting in an escape pod in The Rings of Fundings.
A little fleet of ships warp into the area and a large planet with vermillion coloured oceans is nearby.

You're on the deck of a longboat in Wiring Puddle.
A soft violet light illuminates the area and thick blobs of sage slime are scattered about.

You're floating in The Spites Ring.
A huge planet with fuchsia coloured oceans is nearby and a tiny spaceship warps out of the area.

You're in Oubliette of the Seashore.
Tiny piles of mauve coloured gems are scattered about and a sharp aqua light illuminates the area.

You're outside an arcade in The Cameos Marketplace.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and a ruined onyx structure lays nearby.

You're in Appropriation Space.
Electro music plays from above and loosely scattered stools are floating around.

You're in The Planes of the Track.
Tiny stacks of tracks are scattered about and soul music echoes from everywhere.

You're on the deck of a galley in The River of the Hatchet.
A soft, teal fog blankets the area and the surface of the water bubbles fiercely.

You're in Votes Web.
Large stacks of shields are scattered about and the sound of a ticking clock comes from nearby.