The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frosted glass cabinets contain shelves of intricately carved stone artifacts that seem to be replicas of ritual objects used in Chaos magic. The air's humid and heavy with the scent of myrrh and what smells like wet feathers, and there's this... slow, mechanical whirring noise coming from deeper in the room. Outside, through a series of narrow, barred windows, I can see what looks like the Sephirotic vessels from the Zohar being physically poured into each other in mid-air, creating this swirling, liquid light that's reflecting off the mist-covered glass. Uh, the room is eerily still, like the air is just stuck in place.