“Some recipes are locked for a reason. Some fires were never meant to be relit.” The chamber pulsed. Orange. Blue. Orange. Blue. Deep beneath Pastrypolis, the ancient oven—forgotten by most, buried by design—was waking. And the beat was getting faster. Aboveground Briefing At CES HQ, Captain Crumble stood before a flickering holo-map. Every dessert district glowed a shade warmer than it had the day before. “We’re looking at a citywide destabilization of the bakeplane.” Whip S