The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight filters through a grimy window into this messy, old-world style bakery. There's a strong smell of freshly baked bread and melted chocolate wafting through the warm air, which feels humid from all the steamy ovens, like, the walls and countertops are just covered in this thick layer of flour and sugar dust. A still-functional, Soviet-era Luna 3 spacecraft somehow lies half-buried in the bakery's floor, covered in old bread-making equipment, as snow drifts down onto it, despite the ovens making the air super warm.