A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're on a pier in The Ratepayers Strait.
The surface of the water periodically bubbles fiercely and soft blobs of pink slime are scattered about.

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.