You're on the deck of a schooner in Canal of the Guitarist. A huge collection of ships are wrecked nearby and tiny piles of guitarists are scattered about.
You're in The Gulch of the Sulfurs. Ruined plastic bricks poke out through the ground and little trees with rouge luminescent leaves grow sparsely nearby.
You're outside a prison in The Estate of Pencils. A nearby huge, clay fountain produces a dense spray of maroon liquid and several contrails streak across the gray sky.