Right. Right. OK. You're on some kind of dark planet with a sky full of a different kind of rainbow fire, which you briefly try to convince yourself isn't any kind of omen. But you feel like you've seen that golden planet, Prospit probably, orbiting a dark rainbowy planet from somewhere. So you guess that's where you are.
You have got to get the fuck out of here. Maybe there are teleporters inside that building? At the very least you won't have to watch Prospit burning and feel like somehow, secretly, it's your fault.