Swirls of luminescent blue surround you,
spinning upward,
furling into a vague mist,
obscuring the room around you.

A brass plaque is bolted to the mist. It reads "Welcome to the Notosphere", but the "t" was clearly scratched in afterward by someone with a diamond ring. A small triangular peg protrudes from the plaque. Hanging from the peg is another travel booklet, this time entitled "Conquistadoring for Dummies: Central America"

You reach for the book and open it up, hoping it'll take you out of this weird place.