You're drifting in an escape pod in The Nebulae of Rolls. Multitudes of ships busily warp in and out of the area and an immense Dyson sphere is nearby.
You're in an observation deck in The Glories Spire. A regular burst of wind blows through the area and patches of fresh, tan paint are scattered about.
You're in Grassland of Journalism. Little stacks of journalisms are scattered about and small bushes with pink luminescent leaves grow sparsely nearby.