The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grotesque, organic pipes are covering the interior of a massive, ancient kiln, somehow blending seamlessly with the original ceramic. Uh, air's thick with the smell of burning incense, like... myrrh, and it's pretty humid in here, water droplets clinging to the pipes. The kiln's firing, flames licking at the pipes, which seem to be siphoning off heat and directing it into intricate, swirling patterns etched into the nearby stone - it's the Sigillum Dei Aemeth, a kabbalistic diagram John Dee used to contact angels. A dark, almost palpable mist is condensing above the pipes, forming into small, iridescent pearls.