A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in Fries Zone.
Little tubes flow brightly with streaks of raw data and many mocha coloured gems are scattered about.

You're in a workship in House of Humanities.
A small, taupe skylight lets in a dim light and disco music echoes from everywhere.

You're in The Cube of Pen.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and loosely scattered swords are floating around.

You're in Hole of the Morbidities.
Here the atmosphere feels parched and a thin shaft of carmine coloured light pokes through a hole above.

You're in Catacombs of the Reception.
Here the atmosphere feels arid and a wide shaft of scarlet coloured light pokes through a hole above.

You're on a cargo ship in The Pocket Nebulae.
A little, eggshell planet is nearby and two bases attack each in a fierce battle.

You're in Supplements Oasis.
Trance music echoes from above and a lone tree with cobalt luminescent leaves grows nearby.

You're in The Cleft Oasis.
Large stacks of clefts are scattered about and several contrails streak across the heliotrope sky.

You're in The Sector of Celebrities.
A pulsing mocha light periodically illuminates the area and holographic banner ads float across every surface.

You're in The Desert of the Harm.
Heavy hail falls with a light breeze and a lone tree with chartreuse luminescent leaves grows nearby.

You're in Realisation Zone.
Swarms of digital viruses swim through the area and big stacks of realisations are scattered about.

You're in a bar in The Citadel of Tie.
The sound of machinery comes from nearby and the room's decor has a pristine, minimalist style.

You're in a bathroom in Fortress of Habit.
Collections of huge, luminous eggshell crystals are growing everywhere and here the atmosphere feels thick.

You're outside a sushi bar in Railyard of Rayon.
The sound of a ringing phone comes from below and collections of big, magenta crystals are growing everywhere.

You're in The Norm Wilds.
Floating groups of small, hazel lights dance about and several contrails streak across the rouge sky.

You're on a space liner in The Anthropology Rings.
A little freighter warps into the area and a tiny, orange planet is nearby.

You're in The Rhubarb Gate.
Many rhubarbs are scattered about and big tubes flow brightly with streaks of raw data.

You're on the deck of a trawler in Lathe Firth.
The wreck of a brig creaks nearby and the hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum.

You're in a store in Centre of the Pile.
Here the temperature feels warm and collections of small, cream crystals are growing everywhere.

You're on the deck of a tanker in Canal of the Shorelines.
Loosely scattered stools are floating in place and the hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum.