There's a women speaking, somewhere out of sight; her voice is inhumanly beautiful, and it's clear to any listeners that there's some excitement and anticipation bleeding into her attempts at a calm, matter of fact tone.
"Day 14, Arodus, 4715
Experiment: Mythic Fusion
Subject: Human, female, of exotic origin with desirable magical traits.
Desired Result: Restoration of a mutilated soul with the maximum possible continuity of personality."
A pause for breath, as she fiddles with something.
"Suture, bring me the prepared Nahyndrian crystal. I believe we have a success."
Then there's a sharp pain deep in her chest, but it vanishes as soon as the woman incants a word.