A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're outside a diner in Market of the Servants.
Endless streams of vehicles pass by at high speed and heavy snow falls with a gust.

You're in Quagmire of Corks.
A cold, heavy rain falls with a breeze and ruined limestone bricks poke out through the ground.

You're in The Rectangle Infinity.
Staircases placed at all angles lead off into the distance and a low rumbling noise comes from above.

You're on a cargo ship in Warp of Influences.
A huge fleet of ships warp into the area and there's a vast nothing in all directions.

You're in The Expanse of Shred.
Huge stacks of newspapers are scattered about and reality repeatably folds and unfolds upon itself.

You're outside a motel in Quarter of Solvency.
A ruined alabaster path pokes through the ground and here the temperature feels cold.

You're in The Vanes Room.
A breeze blows through the area and small, terracotta tetrahedrons float in a spiral.

You're drifting in Sideboard Wormhole.
A small planet with scarlet coloured oceans is nearby and two cruise ships attack each in a fierce battle.

You're in Chivalries Moor.
Several contrails streak across the blue sky and many ruined crates are scattered about.

You're in The Database of Toothbrushes.
Data clouds gently float around the area and little piles of toothbrushes are scattered about.

You're in Cave of Consuls.
A light breeze blows through the area and the area ahead has collapsed in.

You're in Socks Domain.
Loosely scattered clocks are floating around and the entire area is covered in shadow.

You're in a library in Palace of the Hummuses.
The sound of machinery comes from afar and the room is completely devoid of furniture.

You're on the deck of a steamboat in The Sea of the Doorknobs.
Floating groups of small, mauve lights dance about and a bright viridian light illuminates the area.

You're in The Dungeon of Rotations.
Patches of fresh, ochre paint are scattered about and a little pile of rubble blocks the way ahead.

You're in a laboratory in Airport of Homosexual.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and collections of large, umber crystals are growing everywhere.

You're in Conduit of Hemp.
Loosely scattered worn chairs are floating around and everything has a navy tint to it.

You're in The Domain of the Zephyr.
Everything has an eggshell tint to it and loosely scattered zephyrs are floating around.

You're outside a zoo in The Estates of the Singings.
A ruined porcelain path pokes through the ground and boat traffic gently floats through canals of cerise coloured water.

You're in The Lake of the Demand.
Nearby chilly water gently flows with a burble and the sound of a ringing phone comes from afar.