The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, iridescent smoke billows out of a series of copper pipes suspended high above a cramped, ornate laboratory, casting a sickly sheen on the hundreds of ancient, dusty alembics and retorts lining the shelves. The air's heavy with the smell of burned sulfur and the sound of sizzling sparks crackles through the air as water flows uphill through a series of glass tubes, somehow reanimating the long-dead experiments left behind. Umm, outside, the sun beats down relentlessly through a large, stained glass window, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the cluttered room. A faint hum emanates from the pipes.