As the metallic smell of the teleporter fades from your senses, it is gradually replaced by the scent of flora in bloom, the sensation of fresh air on your face and the chorus of birdsong in your ears.

You find that your are stood in the centre of a plaza -- a cracked and weed-ridden plaza that has obviously long since fell in to disuse.  Around you are several building, all in a similar state of disrepair.  Whatever caused this small town to be abandoned occurred must have happened a long time ago.  Several of the buildings around you sport trees coming out of their walls; gradually cracking and turning aside bricks and metal alike.

In front of you is a rusted corrugated-metal building that looks like it might have been a mill at one time.  To your right is what you guess to be an abandoned place of worship: a tree had crumbled the front facade and opened it wide up.  But the religious house is like none that you've seen before: there are no signs of Christianity, Hinduism or any other Earth-based religion that you are familiar with.  An icon of an open book with several interlocked circles appears on the cracked wall.  To your left are various residential houses, again: all in an advanced state of disrepair through floral overgrowth.  Behind you, a row of glass-fronted buildings stands, some with their glass cracked open and flowering plants coming through them.  Perhaps they were once convenience stores?

And beneath your feet is a teleporter pad.  It is an exact replica of the one that was constructed in the quantum-relativity fabrication laboratory back in your own world and time.

You are unsure of where you are.  What will you do next?

Head towards the mill-like building.
Go to the religious-looking building.
Explore the residential buildings.
Move to the shops.
Investigate the teleporter pad that you are stood on.

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