The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive, arched doors of black limestone lead into a narrow, dry canal, the air's thick with the smell of old, wet stone. A series of intricately carved, granite pillars line the canal, each one depicting different stages of alchemical transformation... like, calcination, separation, coagulation... The sun beats down on the stone, casting no shadows, as if it's directly overhead, but the air feels cool, almost... sterile. A statue of a crowned, lion-headed serpent lies half-submerged in the dusty, canal bed, its eyes somehow... reflecting the symbol for 'squaring the circle'.