A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in The Independences Caves.
A gust blows through the area and a wide shaft of carmine coloured light pokes through a hole above.

You're in The Server of the Abacuses.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and huge piles of gears are scattered about.

You're in Tube of the Scholars.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and the area ahead has collapsed in.

You're in Space of Sliders.
Many clean crates are scattered about and the space stretches on forever.

You're in a security room in The Spire of the Bargains.
A bright russet light illuminates the area and vines with big, auburn flowers on them grow everywhere.

You're outside a museum in Estates of the Dictaphone.
Floating groups of small, maroon lights dance about and an electronic hum comes from everywhere.

You're in Cribbage Woods.
Everything has a scarlet tint to it and many cribbages are scattered about.

You're in Proportion Catacombs.
Here the atmosphere feels damp and a heavy, worn door is set into a nearby wall.

You're floating in Space of Behaviour.
Multitudes of ships busily warp in and out of the area and there's a vast nothing in all directions.

You're in Pit of the Dialogues.
A heavy, new door is set into a nearby wall and collections of huge, luminous magenta crystals are growing everywhere.

You're in Jungle of the Cuisines.
Loosely scattered cyan coloured gems are floating around and a heavy, auburn fog blankets the area.

You're in The Gardens of Creature.
Tiny bushes with black luminescent leaves grow sparsely nearby and many creatures are scattered about.

You're on a carrier in The Properties Expanse.
Multitudes of ships busily warp in and out of the area and a little, fuchsia star is nearby.

You're in Hollow of Deals.
The area ahead has collapsed in and collections of big, ivory crystals are growing everywhere.

You're on an oil platform in Infections Sound.
Several small whirlpools spin nearby and vines with big, black flowers on them grow everywhere.

You're on a dock in The Puddle of Poem.
The wreck of a galley creaks nearby and here the temperature feels blazing.

You're in The Hill of Patents.
The cloudless sky has a sage hue and loosely scattered patents are floating around.