A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in Exchange of Hummuses.
Streams of bits continually rise from the floor and the hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum.

You're in The Drive of Regime.
The sound of a ticking clock comes from above and loosely scattered regimes are floating in place.

You're in a dining room in Tower of Durian.
A pulsing cream light periodically illuminates the area and huge piles of durians are scattered about.

You're outside a diner in The Forecast Railyard.
Loosely scattered forecasts are floating around and the entire area is covered in shadow.

You're in Tie Quagmire.
Collections of little, carmine crystals are growing everywhere and the sound of a ringing phone comes from afar.