B A C K R O O M S

THIS IS NOT A DREAM YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER CLIMBED HERE

000 — ENTRY VECTOR

N O C L I P

You slip through the cracks of reality. A glitch in the fabric — a wall that was never meant to be solid, a floor that gives way to something else. The Backrooms are not a place you find. They are a place that finds you.

It begins with a moment of wrongness. A corridor too long. A room with no door. And then the familiar world is gone, replaced by an endless maze of beige and fluorescent hum.

— Unknown Wanderer, Entry #001
FRAGMENTED LOG

Day ??? — I have been walking for what feels like weeks. The rooms blur together. Same wallpaper. Same carpet. Same dim light.

I found almond water today. It tastes like nothing I remember but it kept me going. I left a mark on the wall — a small arrow pointing the way I came. When I circled back, the arrow was gone.

The walls are alive. They shift when you are not looking.

— recovered from Level 0

001 — KNOWN LEVELS

D E S C E N D

0 The Lobby Yellow wallpaper, endless rooms, fluorescent hum.
1 The Flood White tile, stagnant water, drowning silence.
2 The Pipe Dreams Grass floors, boiler halls, repeating houses.
3 The Slides Playground, endless drop, the red slide.