You're in The Space of Needles. Rows of soapstone pillars stretch into the distance and collections of little, luminous navy crystals are growing everywhere.
You're on the deck of a hovercraft in Harbour of the Bride. Loosely scattered black coloured stones are floating around and here the atmosphere feels fresh.
You're on the deck of a steamboat in The Strait of the Transparencies. The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and tiny stacks of cogs are scattered about.
You're in The Tomb of Nightingales. A wide shaft of orange coloured light pokes through a hole above and collections of huge, teal crystals are growing everywhere.