A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in Exchange of the Filly.
Streams of binary dart around above and large piles of fuchsia coloured gems are scattered about.

You're on a base in Fields of the Detail.
A huge fleet of ships warp out of the area and amber stars glitter far off in space.

You're in Nexus of Examiners.
Collections of big, violet crystals are growing everywhere and the entire area is covered in shadow.

You're on a spaceship in The Sphere of the Boat.
A tiny fleet of ships warp into the area and topaz stars glitter far off in space.

You're on a pier in Loch of Numerics.
Soft blobs of eggshell slime are scattered about and the hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum.

You're in a showroom in Frequencies House.
A tiny, new, plastic table sits alone in the centre of the room and loosely scattered clocks are floating around.

You're outside an antique shop in The Park of Model.
Boat traffic gently floats through canals of white coloured water and the sound of machinery comes from nearby.

You're in Activations Mainframes.
Loosely scattered activations are floating around and a low rumbling noise comes from afar.

You're in a pantry in The Bunker of the Town.
Heavy blobs of green slime are scattered about and empty bookcases line the walls.

You're in The Exchange of Darks.
Data clouds gently float around the area and many batteries are scattered about.

You're in Dungeon of the Choice.
A gust blows through the area and collections of large, luminous hazel crystals are growing everywhere.

You're in Summit of the Smokes.
Several contrails streak across the tan sky and many white coloured rocks are scattered about.

You're in a kitchen in The Citadel of Cure.
Small stacks of cures are scattered about and a small, dilapidated, titanium table sits alone in the centre of the room.

You're on the deck of a brigatine in The Sea of Catalogue.
A hot, heavy rain falls with a periodic wind and huge stacks of catalogues are scattered about.

You're on the deck of a galleon in Firth of the Rangers.
A wind blows through the area and loosely scattered rangers are floating in place.

You're in The Baseboards Hole.
Collections of little, luminous eggshell crystals are growing everywhere and here the temperature feels hot.

You're on an oil platform in Canal of Style.
Many clocks are scattered about and here the atmosphere feels parched.

You're in Oubliette of Toothbrushes.
A thin shaft of heliotrope coloured light pokes through a hole above and patches of fresh, purple paint are scattered about.

You're in a utility room in Bunker of Restorations.
Collections of small, luminous topaz crystals are growing everywhere and a big, ruined, copper table sits alone in the centre of the room.

You're outside a zoo in The Marina of Walnuts.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and ruined alabaster bricks poke out through the ground.