*After weeks of wandering, you stumble forward—only to find the halls consumed by tangled vines. The air is thick with damp earth and the sickly-sweet scent of overripe fruit. Distant, unearthly calls echo through the dense foliage as unseen creatures rustle nearby. The soft ground shifts beneath your feet, almost as if it's breathing. The cold, sterile hum of the Backrooms is gone—replaced by something ancient, something alive.
Welcome to Level—The Garden. And it knows you're here.*
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