"Ah yes, good stuff, Qualichor. Except not good, actually. Very bad." Fynch nudges a small vial to catch the single, putrid drop your efforts have created. "Made from brain juice and nightmares. Yeah, it's liquid Deepsight, but brew it just right, and it'll 'bring memories into present reality.' That's what the Witches said, at least. Don't think anyone ever tried refining it like this before, though. Anyway, I know this place where the Hive used to store some great artifact. Why don't you head over there, chug this refined Qualichor, and help yourself to the memory of something nice. I'm almost certain you won't go blind!"