The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant pipes, like, totally made of crystal or something, crisscross the air above this huge, industrial kitchen, and umm, all the appliances are covered in thick layers of dust, like no one's used them in years. A bunch of ceiling fans spin really slowly, sending gentle currents through the still air, which is thick with the smell of grease and old cooking oil. On the stoves, these giant, molten lava flows somehow just simmer like they're soup, casting a warm, orange glow everywhere. Outside the grimy kitchen windows, it's basically a blizzard, with heavy snowfall totally obscuring everything.