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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, warm sunlight streams through grimy windows above a cramped, cluttered workshop filled with rusted surgical tools and mechanical limbs, all strewn across a large, gore-stained workbench. The air reeks of oil and metal shavings. Like, a collection of ancient, leather-bound anatomical texts lies open on a nearby shelf, somehow perfectly synchronized with the whirring of a decrepit drill press steadily recreating the intricate layout of a mystical Kabbalistic sefirot. The smell of ozone hangs heavy in the air as a massive, disembodied eyeball suspended in a jar of murky liquid suddenly blinks once.