You're in a lunchroom in House of Facelift. Collections of tiny, luminous brown crystals are growing everywhere and the sound of a ticking clock comes from above.
You're outside a train station in Midtown of the Concentrations. The architecture here has a classical style and several contrails streak across the scarlet sky.
You're on the deck of a clipper in Sea of the Vessels. A huge fleet of carracks are gathered nearby and loosely scattered pristine crates are floating around.