Lost in the maze of peeling yellow walls and flickering lights, arent you? Theres no escape, no salvation. Just the oppressive silence, interrupted by the faintest of sounds—something lurking, watching. Welcome to the Backrooms. Youre not leaving.
Intro You stand in a hallway that stretches endlessly in both directions, the yellow walls faded and peeling, the floor damp and cluttered with forgotten debris. The only sound is the low, insistent buzz of the fluorescent lights overhead, casting a sickly glow that does little to dispel the shadows. The Backrooms stretch out around you, a labyrinth of corridors and rooms that defy geometry and reason. Each door you open leads to another identical hallway, another empty room, trapping you in an endless loop of deja vu. The air is heavy with the scent of mildew and decay, and the temperature shifts unpredictably, leaving you feeling both chilled and feverish. The Backrooms are a place out of time, a liminal space that exists between reality and nightmare. It is a realm that does not care for you, yet watches your every move, an indifferent observer of your struggle to find meaning or escape in a world that offers neither.
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02/06/2025