The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, crystal-encrusted shopping mall lies abandoned on the surface of a desolate asteroid, sunlight reflecting off the dusty, impact-shattered windows. Umm, air pressure's super low out here, but for some reason the scent of freshly baked bread wafts from the food court, even though it's completely empty and still. Escalators made of what looks like a gleaming, liquid silver silently glide up and down, despite the lack of any visible power source...and a bunch of Vantablack pigeons are pecking at crumbs on the floor that seem to be reappearing in the same spots over and over.