The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Soft sunlight filters through a grimy window in a cozy little bakery, casting a warm glow on a group of opossums expertly decorating tiny cakes with intricate patterns of frosting and sprinkles. Uh, they're using tiny little tools to pipe on delicate borders and somehow managing not to get their fur sticky with the icing... The air's thick with the smell of fresh-baked bread and sweet pastries, and like, a bunch of robins are calmly perched on a nearby counter, each one holding a tiny wooden spoon in its beak. A perfectly spherical loaf of bread is somehow just floating in mid-air near the oven.