The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A low-ceilinged, industrial-sized kiln is filled with perfectly uniform, giant-sized peach cobbler pastries that seem to be baking themselves in mid-air. Like, the air's hot and still, smelling strongly of vanilla and sugar as the kiln's heating elements hum with a low, steady drone. Outside the kiln, the sun is shining brightly through a clear dome, casting no shadows despite being pretty much directly overhead. Water droplets are somehow forming and dripping upward, from the kiln's floor toward the dome above.