A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're on a platform in Canal of Picnics.
The sound of machinery comes from above and large stacks of stools are scattered about.

You're in Dungeons of Shakedown.
Floating groups of small, magenta lights dance about and a wide shaft of blurple coloured light pokes through a hole above.

You're in a showroom in The Spire of Retina.
Many sage coloured gems are scattered about and a rustic, ochre elevator waits in a wall.

You're on a starship in The Rings of Races.
Multitudes of ships busily warp in and out of the area and an immense Dyson sphere is nearby.

You're in The Dungeon of the Tomb.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and huge stacks of tombs are scattered about.

You're drifting in The Sector of the Values.
A large fleet of ships warp into the area and a little planet with turquoise coloured oceans is nearby.

You're in a utility room in The Spire of the Shippers.
Filled bookcases line the walls and floating groups of small, navy lights dance about.

You're on the deck of a cargo ship in Reservoir of the Attainment.
The wreck of a cruiser creaks nearby and here the atmosphere feels humid.

You're drifting in The Rings of Variabilities.
Two satellites attack each in a fierce battle and a tiny, white planet is nearby.

You're in Bandolier Space.
The sound of a ringing phone comes from above and nearby bronze pillars are arranged in a spiral.

You're in a living room in The Bunker of the Exaggeration.
A small, ruined, soapstone table with chairs sits in the centre of the room and here the temperature feels hot.

You're in Pickaxe Mainframes.
Small stacks of pickaxes are scattered about and celtic music echoes from below.

You're on a station in The Anomaly of the Quinoas.
An immense Dyson sphere is nearby and multitudes of ships busily warp in and out of the area.

You're on a wharf in The Shore of the Bases.
Light snow falls with a low wind and patches of fresh, blurple paint are scattered about.

You're in The Sector of the Drags.
Loosely scattered drags are floating around and everything has a blue tint to it.

You're in The Denominators Crypt.
Here the atmosphere feels humid and a heavy, worn door is set into a nearby wall.

You're outside a convenience store in The Marina of Fames.
A ruined porcelain path pokes through the ground and a nearby little, plastic fountain produces a soft spray of periwinkle liquid.

You're in Rainmaker Dreamscape.
Here the atmosphere feels thick and a ruined plastic path pokes through the ground.

You're on a quay in Shallows of Ancestors.
Loosely scattered towels are floating in place and here the temperature feels blazing.

You're drifting in an escape pod in Field of Squirrel.
There's a vast nothing in all directions and two starships attack each in a fierce battle.