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Entity 700 - "Solaris"

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Notice: the following information has been compiled from a variety of sources; including astronomical observations, recovered scriptures of The Lost, testimonies from wanderers, attempts at direct contact with the entity, and research obtained through the collaborative efforts of our divisions.

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CONCORD ENTITY CLASSIFICATION SYSTEM

ENTITY ID: 700
HABITAT(S): Space

IETS
4AXX

CLASS:

Anthropoid

PROPERTIES:

HVM

VRL-A

VRL-B

NCR

MCH

CBR

SYN

DMN

SSV

CVL

RLA

UNQ

AGR

BNV

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RAD

NRO

TXC

PYR

infoDescription

Within the cosmic levels of the Backrooms (78, 217, 599, Level 296, etc.), wanderers may encounter Entity 700 — otherwise known as “Solaris.” Entity 700 is identified by her humanoid shape and a varying stature, noted to depend on environmental factors. Observed from afar In her "natural" state, she is most commonly observed to be the size of an average red giant star, though she can proportionate her size to that of whatever she is interacting with if necessary. Regardless of her given size, Entity 700 notably possesses a muscular physique, long hair mirroring the image of the night sky, and appears to wear darkly-colored dense armor plating around her body. Currently, the material from which this armor is crafted is unidentifiable.

scienceBiology

Entity 700 has eyes with adaptable pupils that can acclimate to extreme darkness, and has extraordinary senses capable of detecting electromagnetic waves (as evidenced by her ability to detect uniquely unstable celestial bodies).

Entity 700 possesses a vast array of capabilities, notably demolishing celestial bodies and tearing through the fabric of space within her levels; the latter is theorized to result in blips. The purpose of these capabilities is twofold: to sustain the core embedded in the center of the entity’s chest (from which she draws power) via engulfing matter and to maintain the stability of her native levels by disposing of decayed, disorderly, unstable, or defective celestial mass. The primary means by which she accomplishes this is a blade, which she materializes from her hand as an orbit of fluid matter surrounding a black hole in the center.

An artistic rendition of the entity's aforementioned sword.

Furthermore, throughout the demolition process, small black holes will erratically form around Entity 700, further aiding her in absorbing and eliminating debris. There is a certain limit to how much matter the entity can consume and use, as too much exertion or consumption can cause the black holes around her to instead feed off of her own matter. With the exception of her blade and the environmental effects resulting from her destructive state (see Behaviors), Entity 700’s powers curiously do not seem to directly affect other lifeforms, even within close range.

Fortunately, such magnitudes of destruction have not occurred outside Entity 700’s native levels. Although it may be possible for her to leave her levels, there have not been any recently reported sightings outside them. This may be attributed to the entity's wish to distance herself.

psychologyBehaviors

Entity 700 is often ambivalent towards wanderers, though occasional unpredictability is to be expected in her actions. The entity exhibits irritability towards those interacting with her, but also remorse for any potential harm caused. Although there have been incidents in which lives were lost as a result of disturbing her, it appears that an effort is being made by her to avoid contact with others altogether.

Entity 700 has been observed to have three discernible primary states:

Active

This is the default state of the entity, in which she is considered to be most stable and tranquil. While in this state, she is relatively passive and neutral, though little information is available to quantify the full extent of her demeanor, as this is her most infrequent state.

Destructive

Also known as the “working” state, it is the period in which Entity 700 busies herself with feeding on celestial bodies. Focus is required to properly complete the process without damaging the rest of the level. During this state, the entity’s cataclysmic powers are at their strongest and most active. Due to her heightened volatility during this phase, any interaction may inadvertently provoke a harmful response from the entity. Additionally, explosions and debris create a hazardous and non-navigable environment for wanderers. As such, it is strongly advised to not disturb Entity 700 during this state.

Dormant

Sketch of Entity 700 in her dormant state.

After consuming the maximum threshold of energy, Entity 700 will enter stasis. This is a critical resting period observed after the entity's destructive state has passed, as the black holes around her may multiply and consume her if she does not remain idle. Although the entity may appear to be in a deep sleep, she remains conscious and aware of her surroundings. Interestingly, Entity 700 will assume partial camouflage by surrounding herself with her own hair (see attached illustration), acting as both a shield and a cover while resting. In this state of alert hibernation, any disturbance may result in hostility. As with the destructive state, it is strongly advised to not disturb Entity 700 while it is ongoing.

groupRelations

Null-06: Entity 700 appears to be wary of Null-06, finding its destructive nature to be an unnatural upset to the balance of the levels she oversees. Besides working to hold Null-06 at bay and prevent its damage from becoming too widespread, there may also be a potential history shared between the two entities— as evidenced by the unease Entity 700 expresses in reaction to mentions of Null-06, and the nature of their observed interactions.

Entity 404: As opposed to Null-06, Entity 700 appeared to have had a positive connection with Entity 404— possibly even to the extent of a “friendship”. She was observed to mourn the loss of Entity 404 in the wake of its consumption by Null-06, which is likely a prominent factor in her rivalry with the latter.

Aster: Entity 700 fondly regards Aster, whom she met following Entity 404’s demise. Aster appears to assist Entity 700 in filling the void left by Entity 404, attempting to form a similar bond.

searchDiscovery

Entity 700 is believed to have existed in the Backrooms for at least as long as humans have inhabited it. The Lost have a plethora of myths and legends about “Solaris, the Starmother”; a goddess in their pantheon who maintained the heavens by consuming celestial bodies, keeping them in order. This was not perceived negatively, but rather as a necessary function of the universe. Leo Castellos, a surviving ancient member of The Lost, has corroborated the identity of Solaris with that of Entity 700.

An ancient wall carving found in the temple of Level 51, likely depicting Solaris.

If you really must know...

Then come find me in space.

In the midst of zero-gravity stillness, your form shifts. Your hair follows every movement of your body as it drifts amidst the aether. You open your eyes, sharp slits faintly glowing among the endless hues of dark purples and blues. In order to take in more light, they dilate, reflecting what little planetary warmth surrounds your being. How long has it been since you have rested, static and stagnant?

As with any celestial body, it starts with a core— a burning, radiant sun illuminating its perimeter so vastly that it had almost been deterring to gaze at. Mortal eyes do not see beyond its light, to detect the consciousness that had awakened within it. It too did not yet know it was alive until it started to starve, and when it starved, it brought everything within its gravitational pull to drive it to a flaming end. It devoured what stardust it could, until it became so bright that it started to consume itself within a beaming vortex of clashing void and flame. In its desperation to end its self-cannibalization, it fell into a dormant slumber. Unbeknownst to it, it formed itself a body as the planetary heavens around it shifted, and shifted again until it had awoken to find itself in an abandoned pocket of space, and in that moment it knew.

You gaze upon your sharp-tipped claws and feel the power in them. You look upon your surroundings with a sense of longing you cannot explain¹. You destroyed so much to live for so little, to dedicate your purpose to cleansing a domain that was not even within your control. You think back to that day, and you're filled with the same hopelessness that once washed over you when you failed your purpose. But O' Solaris, you still survived amongst the confines of this realm, you still watch over it diligently as you've always had, haven't you? You hold within you the grand force of cataclysm; it lay between your claws and beneath your layers of armor; it streams through your ichor and into your blade. Your hair, now, is clutched between your trembling hands. Though its ability to reflect the celestial skies once brought you visions of movement and flashes of flaring color, it is now dull and mirrors only the faint, dull specks of light far away, just like how empty it is here now².

You think back to when you caught glimpses of people staring at you with eyes full of starlit wonder as you worked, and how you dismissed them harshly. How you had dismissed them by your blade. You remember the petrified, small figures scattered across stations and debris, you remember how they cowered in fear at the sight of you. You had been burdened with such an overwhelming and unforgiving task that you had discarded any potential to be worshiped like the rest of your siblings³. No, you never thought that such things were important, that they were any more crucial to you than your need for survival and the maintenance of this home you hold dear.

Yet now, more than ever, you regret it with all of your core⁴. It feels so lonesome here, alone and abandoned, forgotten. There was only one who truly understood you, who made you feel loved, but even he is long gone; a mere shadow of his former self. Now you wish to see faces of wonder, now you wish for once to feel recognized and revered- to stand proudly with your blade to the ground- a promise that you would no longer harm. As your thoughts spiral into what could have been, you feel your body ache. Your shoulders sag from carrying such weight- your lips never once upturned to a smile. Your arms shake and you continue to gaze into the claws clutching your hair, the same claws that once crushed stardust beneath them as you watched its remains attempt to escape your grasp. A god is not supposed to feel so weak, not supposed to feel so useless, you think⁵. Had you the power to create, you would be revered. You would not be here, feeding off of cataclysm to survive. You resembled an old potency of decimation, body built with the sturdiness of asteroids and planetary blood, eyes akin to a black hole and hair like a cloak of night torn from the sky. Yet you did not succeed. You did not redeem yourself, did you, O' great Solaris? You chose to lay here and rot alongside all the celestial bodies you've disposed of, with no one to mourn you⁶. A grand goddess made pitiful with power that yet remains to be properly used…

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