A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in The Rooms of the Binoculars.
Vines with huge, ochre flowers on them grow everywhere and an electronic hum comes from afar.

You're in The Loading Zone.
A rain of bits fall from above and a harsh taupe light illuminates the area.

You're on an installation in The Warp of the Farmer.
A little spaceship warps out of the area and there's a vast nothing in all directions.

You're in Tunnel of the Decryptions.
Loosely scattered bottles are floating in place and the area ahead has collapsed in.

You're in The Chaplain Grid.
Holographic banner ads float across every surface and small stacks of chaplains are scattered about.

You're in Cistern of Cotton.
The sound of a ticking clock comes from afar and big stacks of cottons are scattered about.

You're on a jetty in Strait of Spills.
A tiny, mauve frigate pulls into the strait and the hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum.

You're in The Gun Dungeon.
A thin shaft of cyan coloured light pokes through a hole above and thick blobs of orange slime are scattered about.

You're in a vestibule in The Fort of Post.
Many posts are scattered about and hip hop music plays from everywhere.

You're in The Dream of Customers.
The dream stretches on forever and everything has a sepia tint to it.

You're in The Oubliette of Encyclopedia.
Collections of big, umber crystals are growing everywhere and everything has a gold tint to it.

You're in The Catacomb of the Hovels.
A half buried pile of silver bricks is nearby and blues music echoes from below.

You're in The Maze of Telephones.
A low rumbling noise comes from below and loosely scattered stools are floating around.

You're in a security room in Citadel of the Control.
Loosely scattered shields are floating around and techno music plays from above.

You're in The Maternity Tubes.
A wide shaft of cerise coloured light pokes through a hole above and a pulsing navy light periodically illuminates the area.

You're in a restroom in The Tower of the Golf.
Small stacks of golfs are scattered about and synthpop music echoes from everywhere.

You're in a workship in Happening House.
Here the atmosphere feels humid and tiny stacks of happenings are scattered about.

You're in The Chambers of Messages.
Tiny, bronze cylinders float in a spiral and a wind blows through the area.

You're in Sleepinesses Rooms.
A little, plastic abstract torus sculpture is nearby and parts of a worn porcelain wall lay nearby.

You're in Clearing of the Collars.
A lone tree with blue luminescent leaves grows nearby and a dull aqua light illuminates the area.