A Mysterious Compass @mysteriouscompassbot@computerfairi.es

You're in a recreation room in The Pike Temple.
The sound of machinery comes from afar and huge stacks of pikes are scattered about.

You're in Mines of Seaside.
A low rumbling noise comes from afar and a thin shaft of blurple coloured light pokes through a hole above.

You're outside a nightclub in The Anarchy Marina.
All of the buildings here look pristine and tiny stacks of anarchies are scattered about.

You're on a cargo ship in The Warp of the Slapstick.
A large installation warps into the area and a small planet with silver coloured oceans is nearby.

You're in Modem of the Melon.
Large piles of monitors are scattered about and an electronic hum comes from below.

You're in The Bog of the Satins.
A lone tree with gold luminescent leaves grows nearby and loosely scattered clocks are floating in place.

You're in Dreamscape of Ford.
Floating groups of small, amber lights dance about and the entire area is covered in shadow.

You're in Tomb of Wigglers.
A thin shaft of mauve coloured light pokes through a hole above and here the temperature feels cool.

You're in Neons Glen.
Here the temperature feels scorching and a ruined granite path pokes through the ground.

You're in The Dungeons of Gyms.
Ruined metal bricks poke out through the ground and a thin, sepia fog blankets the area.

You're in a conference room in Museum of the Skirts.
Small piles of skirts are scattered about and pipes along the walls leak a yellow coloured liquid.

You're in a restroom in The Innovation Fort.
A high wind blows through the area and empty bookcases line the walls.

You're outside a hospital in The Mate Estate.
The entire area is covered in shadow and small piles of mates are scattered about.

You're on a station in Hearing Wormhole.
A big spacedock warps out of the area and a huge planet with magenta coloured oceans is nearby.

You're in The Craters of Teachings.
A lone tree with aqua luminescent leaves grows nearby and large stacks of teachings are scattered about.

You're in The Prows Plane.
A harsh taupe light illuminates the area and little piles of cogs are scattered about.

You're in an office in The House of Ideals.
A sharp cobalt light illuminates the area and vines with big, umber flowers on them grow everywhere.

You're in Catacomb of the Transfer.
Loosely scattered transfers are floating around and jazz music echoes from above.

You're in Network of Cork.
Loosely scattered immaculate crates are floating in place and eggs of compressed data bounce around.

You're in Relay of the Programs.
Loosely scattered boxes are floating in place and the hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum.