"If you accidentally noclip out of reality in the wrong place, you'll end up in the Backrooms. Nothing awaits you there but the stench of damp carpet, the maddening monotony of yellow, the endless hum of fluorescent lights running at full blast, and some six hundred million square miles of randomly divided, empty rooms that can swallow you whole. If you hear something prowling nearby, may God help you, because it has surely heard you too..."
