You're in a living room in Museum of the Cables. A pulsing ochre light periodically illuminates the area and collections of small, cerise crystals are growing everywhere.
You're in a freezer in Fitness Acropolis. A huge, decayed, granite table sits alone in the centre of the room and loosely scattered newspapers are floating around.
You're on the deck of a hovercraft in Harbour of the Junks. Floating groups of small, periwinkle lights dance about and here the atmosphere feels damp.
You're outside a dry cleaners in The Airfield of Instructors. Floating groups of small, scarlet lights dance about and a dense, hazel fog blankets the area.