The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Late morning sunlight casts a pale glow through a grimy skylight, illuminating a ravaged, abandoned anatomy lab, the air thick with the stench of rot and formaldehyde. Like, half-dissected animal carcasses are strewn across rusted, steel operating tables, their entrails slowly, steadily reassembling themselves into intricate patterns mimicking ancient alchemical symbols. Uh, in the center of the room, an impossible, six-angled star configuration pulsates, its points somehow simultaneously embedded in each of the carcasses' internal organs, casting an eerie, pulsing glow.