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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood drips from a grotesque, medieval butcher's block in the center of a dilapidated, medieval apothecary shop, the scent of rancid meat and decaying herbs hanging heavy in the air. Sunlight filters through grimy, stained glass windows, casting an eerie, multicolored glow on shelves stacked haphazardly with dusty jars containing weird, unidentifiable specimens that seem to be subtly shifting, changing shape. Umm, outside, it's a warm summer evening, and the air's thick with humidity, but in here, it feels freezing. A perpetual, swirling vortex of iridescent water somehow sustains itself in a corner, reflecting an image of the Anima Mundi.