You're on a pier in The Fjord of Brans.
The wreck of a galley creaks nearby and tiny stacks of monitors are scattered about.

You're in The Net of the Technology.
Swarms of digital viruses swim through the area and a low rumbling noise comes from everywhere.

You're on the deck of an aircraft carrier in The Loch of the Convert.
The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and floating groups of small, mauve lights dance about.

You're in Memories of Compassions.
Rap music echoes from afar and nearby plastic pillars are arranged in a decagon.

You're in The Wilderness of Grenades.
Small bushes with aquamarine luminescent leaves grow sparsely nearby and here the atmosphere feels damp.

You're in The Wears Room.
Soul music plays from above and loosely scattered wears are floating in place.

You're on a base in The Sphere of Handovers.
A huge frigate warps into the area and a big, yellow planet is nearby.

You're in The Mine of Auction.
A low rumbling noise comes from below and parts of a worn steel wall lay nearby.