The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Echo, I'm looking at a massive, industrial-sized bakery, just filled with rows of steel counters and huge mixing vats, the smell of fresh dough and baking bread filling the air... but like, the weird thing is, the dough is just magically folding and kneading itself, no machines or anything. The air's pretty warm, and the fluorescent lights overhead are humming, casting this pale, yellowish glow everywhere. Uh, it's really still, no air movement at all, and I can hear the steady beeping of a timer in the distance, like something's about to come out of the oven.