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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dull sunlight filters through a thick, syrupy film covering a sprawling, abandoned papyrus factory, like, illuminating hundreds of half-finished scrolls with impossible, pulsing glyphs that seem to be rewriting themselves. The air's heavy with the smell of damp cellulose and something faintly like... bergamot, while the sound of rustling paper and scraping reeds fills the space. Uh, outside, a slow, creamy mist seeps from the ground, rising in tendrils that somehow appear to be harvesting and condensing nearby moisture into iridescent droplets of pure water. A series of perfectly still whirlpools suspend above the fog, unaffected by air currents.