You're in Spaces of the Rationale. The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and staircases placed at all angles lead off into the distance.
You're in Crypt of Snakebite. A thin shaft of ivory coloured light pokes through a hole above and floating groups of small, blurple lights dance about.
You're outside an apartment in The Park of Lenses. Ruined metal bricks poke out through the ground and the brown sky has few tiny clouds floating above.