This is a world made entirely composed of confections. The clouds are like cotton candy. The sun and moon look like cookies. The grass is edible. Even the dirt is just chocolate.

Within this world where no life seems to exist a building stands. While there are windows, walls and doors to outside, it seems strategically placed because this building seems liminal once one is inside.

Inside the space it acts like a mall housing whatever someone might need to survive - food made of confections that have all the nutrients someone needs to live, furniture to live in, confections water to drink or bath with, clothing made of confections, etc. And then, within it is - part of the building that is a factory where confections are made form confection mechanical arms and mechanisms not controlled by seemingly anything. Every sort of confection is made in this factory that is brightly colored on the inside and out. Chocolate, cake, candy, ice cream, sweet breads, etc. every sweet treat anyone could imagine is made here and in various states of completion on belts inside the factory. Even savory treats are made here - bagels, cupcakes with bacon, zucchini bread, etc. Mechanical arms come down from the ceiling, tirelessly working day and night to make creations that sit in display cases inside the factory with no one there to consume them.