Mauve

It's the middle of the night, and you are once again wandering the expansive hallways of the Agora when you come across a large stained-glass door decorated with an intricate floral pattern. You push it open to find yourself in some kind of laboratory, dimly lit by the giant window looking out onto the city. There's a tall woman standing in the centre of the room. She's hovering over a table that is laden with a plethora of complex-looking tools and trays of beakers filled with bubbly colourful liquids.