You're in Catacombs of Accountings. A thin shaft of rouge coloured light pokes through a hole above and loosely scattered accountings are floating around.
You're in a lunchroom in The Bunker of the Terminals. The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and an elaborate, turquoise elevator waits in a wall.
You're in a laundry room in The Palace of Designers. Big stacks of clocks are scattered about and a big, decayed, wooden table with chairs sits in the centre of the room.
You're outside a car dealership in The Harbour of Sustainments. All of the buildings here look worn and loosely scattered sustainments are floating in place.