A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in a study room in Castle of Caddies.
The sound of a ringing phone comes from everywhere and loosely scattered caddies are floating around.

You're in Simulation Relay.
The sound of a ticking clock comes from above and streams of bits continually rise from the floor.

You're outside a bus depot in Port of Masonry.
All of the buildings here look old and bebop music plays from everywhere.

You're in Creek of the Reaction.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and a ruined copper path pokes through the ground.

You're on the deck of a ferry in The Cove of the Probabilities.
Here the atmosphere feels dry and a little fleet of brigs are gathered nearby.

You're on a dock in The Strait of Website.
Patches of fresh, magenta paint are scattered about and a tiny collection of ships are wrecked nearby.

You're in a storeroom in The Midnights Acropolis.
Everything has a crimson tint to it and floating groups of small, burgundy lights dance about.

You're in Lake of the Humanity.
Loosely scattered humanities are floating in place and the white sky has many little clouds floating above.

You're in The Dialogues Depths.
A thin shaft of violet coloured light pokes through a hole above and a ruined glass path pokes through the ground.

You're in Dunes of the Disruption.
Heavy hail falls with a gust and loosely scattered cerulean coloured pebbles are floating around.

You're in The Oubliette of Machines.
Vines with big, magenta flowers on them grow everywhere and a heavy, worn door is set into a nearby wall.

You're outside a mechanic in Marina of Hemps.
Loosely scattered hemps are floating around and the brown sky has few little clouds floating above.

You're floating in Nebulae of the Seaweed.
An immense Dyson sphere is nearby and multitudes of ships busily warp in and out of the area.

You're in The Catacombs of Melons.
Floating groups of small, silver lights dance about and a large pile of rubble blocks the way ahead.

You're outside a mechanic in Market of the Matter.
Collections of small, luminous carmine crystals are growing everywhere and the entire area is covered in shadow.

You're on a jetty in Puddle of the Headphones.
Collections of little, sage crystals are growing everywhere and Italo disco music plays from afar.

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.