A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in The Net of Fender.
Large stacks of fenders are scattered about and streams of binary dart around above.

You're on a spacedock in The Quadrant of the Nightmares.
A huge, turquoise planet is nearby and a little fleet of ships warp into the area.

You're in a green room in Acropolis of the Flume.
A low rumbling noise comes from everywhere and collections of tiny, luminous eggshell crystals are growing everywhere.

You're in a boiler room in The House of Astrakhans.
Pipes along the ceiling leak a mocha coloured liquid and a dim rouge light illuminates the area.

You're in a study room in Temple of Swanlings.
Tiny stacks of beige coloured rocks are scattered about and trance music plays from nearby.

You're outside a hotel in The Exchange of the Evolution.
Several contrails streak across the cerulean sky and big stacks of mauve coloured rocks are scattered about.

You're in Mesa of the Elbow.
A lone bush with indigo luminescent leaves grows nearby and heavy snow falls with a breeze.

You're in an observation deck in Jumpsuits Station.
The entire area is covered in shadow and floating groups of small, blue lights dance about.

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.