The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive stone doors, adorned with cryptic symbols from the Picatrix, slowly creak open to reveal a stark white, minimalist laboratory. Umm, the air's crisp, with a slight scent of disinfectant, and a faint hum of machinery coming from the center of the room. Turquoise water trickles from a series of small spigots, collecting in beakers that seem to be slowly altering the crystalline structure of their contents, which is somehow syncing with the patterns etched into the stone floor - which appears to be made of a single, unbroken piece of moonstone that's currently, somehow, reflecting the wrong phase of the moon.