The laboratory was not merely a workspace; it felt alive, as though the magic imbued within it had taken on a will of its own. Tiny, glowing sprites—no larger than a thumb—flitted about, their translucent wings sparkling as they darted between vials and diagrams, nudging tools or stirring liquids with faint laughter. Some perched on shelves, watching the group with curiosity before vanishing in flashes of light.
The room also contained subtle, shifting constructs of magical energy—humanoid figures made of shimmering light that seemed to mimic the motions of an alchemist at work. These figures repeated actions—measuring imaginary ingredients, stirring phantom pots—before dissolving into thin air, leaving an eerie sense of deja vu.
