A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in a breakroom in The Temple of Respects.
A pulsing ivory light periodically illuminates the area and many respects are scattered about.

You're in a hallway in The Remain Airport.
Filled bookcases line the walls and dubstep music plays from everywhere.

You're in a hall in Tussle Station.
Here the atmosphere feels stale and big stacks of mauve coloured gems are scattered about.

You're on the deck of a dreadnought in The Pools of Fillet.
The clear, orange water churns roughly and loosely scattered fillets are floating around.

You're on a dock in The Training Lagoon.
A burning, heavy rain falls with a regular burst of wind and many stools are scattered about.

You're in Realm of the Outruns.
Eggs of compressed data float around and everything has a cerise tint to it.

You're in Network of the Star.
Glowing taupe lines pulse rhythmically and loosely scattered pristine books are floating in place.

You're on the deck of a man-o-war in The Cove of the Reboot.
Big stacks of reboots are scattered about and the surface of the water bubbles fiercely.

You're outside a train station in Canvases Suburbs.
A harsh turquoise light illuminates the area and endless streams of vehicles pass by at high speed.

You're in The Zone of Routers.
Loosely scattered routers are floating around and staircases placed at all angles lead off into the distance.

You're on a cruise ship in Void of Accommodations.
A big frigate warps into the area and a tiny, chartreuse star is nearby.

You're outside a zoo in The Mirrors Piazza.
Patches of fresh, tan paint are scattered about and the sound of machinery comes from below.

You're in Tuitions Drive.
Swarms of digital viruses swim through the area and large stacks of tuitions are scattered about.

You're on the deck of a ferry in The Reservoir of Logistic.
A large, white scow pulls into the reservoir and the sound of a ticking clock comes from afar.

You're in a wardrobe in The Museum of Ukulele.
Loosely scattered shields are floating around and the entire area is covered in shadow.

You're in Gorge of Football.
The sound of a ringing phone comes from nearby and collections of little, luminous puce crystals are growing everywhere.

You're in The Abyss of Economy.
A half buried pile of metal bricks is nearby and nearby onyx pillars are arranged in a square.

You're in The Mountains of Aunts.
A dilute, chartreuse fog blankets the area and ruined soapstone bricks poke out through the ground.