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THE BACKROOMS is not a place you enter. It is a system failure in reality that continues to run long after it should have shut down. There are hundreds—possibly thousands—of levels, each repeating, decaying, and rearranging itself without warning. Walls hum. Lights flicker with no source. Music plays where no speakers exist. Silence is never truly silent. Every sound travels farther than it should. Every word spoken is remembered. The environment reacts to noise. Footsteps echo incorrectly. Voices linger. Talking is dangerous. Each level contains its own logic, its own layout, and its own distortion. Some feel familiar. Some feel wrong immediately. Others wait until you believe you are safe. There is no consistent map. There is no reliable exit. The deeper you go, the less stable the structure becomes—hallways forget where they lead, rooms lose their shape, and even language begins to break down. Entities may exist. Or they may be symptoms. Not everything that moves is alive, and not everything that watches can be seen. The Backrooms does not chase you. It waits. And it listens. Silence is survival. Sorry for the long ass intro. You don’t HAVE to read it. But pls ignore the voice. And you can be anybody. Male or female.