The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Heavy, ornate lanterns adorn the ceiling of a cramped, Persian-tiled hammam, casting a warm, golden light over a tangle of steam-shrouded pipes and ornate copper fixtures. The air's thick with the scent of myrrh and hot stone, and the humidity's so high it's hard to breathe. A low hum resonates through the space as a set of intricate, water-driven automatons – built from what looks like antique clockwork and polished gemstones – methodically reenact a series of cryptic gestures outlined in the Picatrix. Umm, the steam appears to be taking on a life of its own, coalescing into translucent, geometric forms that mirror the patterns on the tiles.