1.
I am a wanderer in a kingdom of walls
And in this kingdom, I have lived to see many of its duchies
But despite my wandering, I have found no lord or king
So I wander ever more -from nobody going to nowhere
2.
By falling through the wrong places in reality, you'll end up in what's called The Backrooms. A place outside of reality looking like a labyrinth of nearly six hundred million square miles of dank carpets, vintage-styled yellow wallpaper, and the hum buzz of fluorescent lighting.
Pray if you hear something nearby, because it might have already heard you.
3.
In the morning I once awoke with a sense of dread
And while I got out of my bed
There was a torrent of snow.
I placed the blame on the oncoming wind
This corrosive thought held within, though
Told me I was wrong.
Then I went with my umbrella and hat,
brimmed out wide until the edges were flat
My boots hit the ground, oh-so-hard.
For in my last sight down came asunder
My boots fell harder than that of thunder,
And I found myself in a place, not snow,
but damp.
4.
What happens when someone breaks reality? The punishment is being sent to that damned prison to be trapped in forever, The Backrooms. Where all mysteries of reality culminate into a place of despair, with only the places you wander through to keep you sane.
5.
Earth is home and keeps us in a warm embrace. Resources, companions, and warmth. But is as fragile as glass. One wrong step and it'll break right under you. When you fall, reality won't be their to catch you. When you land, you'll be in a somewhere new. The Backrooms, your new home, a home not for you. One that only gives you the cold shoulder, and as rigidity as wood. No embrace to keep you warm, a fight for resources, and scarce companions.
Watch your back, something may always be behind it.
6.
You are inside the Backrooms, a large supercluster of perverted replications of your memories accessible only by noclipping out of reality. Inside are other people like you, displaced here, as well as other… things native to this place, things that are alive, inanimate and/or incorporeal. You'll be spending an eternity here.
7.
"I was a chef."
"I had four kids."
It is rude to ask about the old world, where time meant something and the sun marked day and night. But sometimes people tell you—yet cry when the stories always end the same: "Then, I fell". At first sight, the new world is like the old. But then the corridors continue forever while leading nowhere, and sometimes, when you smile into the darkness, something smiles back. Us survivors face a choice: seek a way back home or make one here, in the Backrooms.
8.
You were trying to grab a box from storage, but tripped and collided with the floor the wrong way. Now you’re here, in the Backrooms. It's not where you’re going and it’s sure as hell not where you want to be. The carpets reek of sour milk, the lights flicker epileptically, and you’re damn sure you just heard a bang inside those repulsive mono-yellow walls.
You’re trapped with no surefire way of surviving another day, and you better pray to god what’s beyond that next turn doesn’t want you dead.
9.
If you're reading this, the life you knew is over. Your new one starts here, but it ain't gonna be easy.
There's a library for you, filled with all the weird shit this place can throw at you. Memorize what you can. Stay alert. Not every traveler is human. Not every human is kind.
But don't give up. There's hope within despair. Life within death. Your journey starts now, and only you know what will happen at the end. Good luck.
Welcome to the Backrooms.
— A note in the Manila Room
10.
Reality is often unpredictable, despite all of our best efforts to control it. And apparently, it also has a sense of humor. One moment, I'm working my standard office job, and the very next, I find myself in an endless maze of familiar places, constantly being tormented by creatures from the dark recesses of my imagination. And yet, oddly…I don't feel fear. I instead have an odd feeling within my chest…a mixture of both fond nostalgia, and hopeless longing for a place I've never been to.
11.
Watch yourself. If you break reality and noclip to this place, there is no return. What awaits victims here, beyond time and space, are prayers for “do-overs” and regret. This mysterious world grows day by day, watered by our tears and fertilized by our fears. Welcome to the Backrooms. Your adventure begins.
12.
You remember when you were home
You remember a house where someone knew your face
You remember when you saw their eyes for the last time
You remember slipping on that thursday evening
You remember hitting the cold, damp floor
You remember begging to god
Nobody will remember you
13.
The reality is not perfect, and that's why you no-clipped out. That's why you are in the Backrooms.
But what lies here is even worse.
So, try to keep your sanity in this empty yellow maze with buzzing fluorescent lamps, and watch your steps: Nothing here stays static. And if you hear anything other than yourself, pray to all beings you've ever known, for it must have heard you, too.
14.
When you fall out of reality and finally find yourself surrounded by a wash of bright mustard yellow, your fate has already become inextricably intertwined with the Backrooms—a realm stretching for hundreds of millions of square miles.
When all the fine qualities of humanity prove futile in this new world, and when every bit of your effort ricochets off these twisting and winding spaces, you must still remember: keep forging forward, you will find the way.
15.
Was it fate, accident, or the result of your own unfortunate decisions that brought you here? Via accident or not, you’ve discovered the rules of reality and normalcy were more flimsy than you realized when you noclipped into this labyrinth… or were they the real rules in the first place? You’ll have to learn the new ones quickly if you want to survive the backrooms of your former world.
16.
Reality is ever changing. But sometimes these changes cause weakness. So watch where you step, or you may slip through.
17.
Welcome to the General Public Database—the largest set of documents for all things Backrooms! This message is a warm greeting from the thousands of Backrooms documenters across multiple groups who went from the endless mono-yellow halls to the ultimate end of stability, from the relaxing beaches to dark halls lurking with danger, all to make this project possible. The Backrooms is a complex place, so feel free to take a look around in our database for some information!
18.
A Reality, far different from ours. A Reality, filled with Danger, A Reality, filled with liminality. Welcome to the Backrooms.
20.
You scour through the maze you’ve found yourself in, the stink of moldy yellow wallpaper filling your lungs as you feel the sticky, wet carpet soak your socks. Your footsteps patter in tired rhythm.
You trace your hand along the wall, scratching patterns into worn paint. You want to go home, to forget about this godforsaken place. There has to be an exit somewhere.
Right?
Your body refuses to move.
You still hear the patter of footsteps, but they aren’t yours anymore.
Something is watching you.
21.
Welcome to the backrooms, an indefinitely long labyrinth in a realm far from the world you know as Earth. Here, dimensions fold over, reality is…weird, and the things you know as normal become strange and unfamiliar.
In these contorted, repetitive hallways of deserted hope, the constant hum of machinery might drive you crazy, a constant reminder that you are isolated, and all reason to try is lost. The deeper you venture, the worse things will get. It's not about whether you will last, but how long you will last.
Tread carefully, dear wanderer, as every step may as well be your last.
22.
Well,well,well.Look who we got here! Welcome to this new dimension of horror,wonder,confusion,and other random stuff yet to be discovered. Wanna escape? Sorry dude,it is considered impossible even though we found a way…. It's through a flipping monster. Yeah,nobody's leaving this anytime soon. So make yourself with others! In level 0 though,good luck finding people
23.
You are no longer in reality.
You fell - intentionally or not - through a crack in the world. Unfortunately, the Backrooms caught you at the bottom. Six hundred million square miles of senselessly connected empty rooms, speckled with harsh lights and old wallpaper and the haunting promise that there's more here than you could ever know. Not that it matters - you'll likely be dead long before you can see it.
24.
We, GAIA's developers, are not perfect. Before you, around you, inside you, is rendered one of our errors: the Backrooms. Here lie millions of miles of discarded and corrupted content.
Friends and foe alike occupy this space with you, but only the fortunate live long enough to see any of them. If you die, we hope you can forgive us. We hope you can heal if you do not.
25.
Whether this is your first arrival or your millionth, these six hundred million square miles of mundane, yellow walls will always be here to greet you. Your love, anger, and indifference for it are not of its concern, as the moist carpet embraces you from your fall from that Abyss. It has no affection, nor abhorrence for you; it exists solely to welcome your presence and watch your departure.
Despite everything, you've been here before.
26.
Are you one of those poor new souls who just dropped in here? Welcome to the Backrooms. A horrendous maze of eternity where nobody has phobias, because every fear is rational. You will always wonder which nightmare will find you next, because everyone knows that nobody in their right mind is searching for them, and they will always find you, eventually. Now that you've fallen, your only choice is to enjoy eternity with us.
27.
If you accidentally slip and fall, you will find yourself in a mysterious and empty space. You may face countless transformations, You may have to contend with colossal forces, Or perhaps, you will gaze into the darkest depths of space.
28.
you've arrived. looks like you've noclipped out of reality. welcome to the backrooms.
here, endless yellow rooms stretch without exit, and the buzz of the lights is maddening. get comfortable, you've just left everything you know and love forever. reality has already moved on. at least you can sleep on the damp carpet knowing you'll never truly be alone. but don't breathe too loud - your booming heartbeat has already been noticed.
you won't die here. death would be an escape.
29.
Past the edge of the world, infinity reigns.
You slipped through ordered reality into an outlandish complex, where ceaseless disorder plasters the expanse past eternity.
It is endless in its possibilities, diverse and labyrinthine like existence itself. Creatures skulk and flow, tyrants rise and fall, conflict thought and fought; a million tales bleed through a thousand tiers, each a unique curiosity.
You have entered The Backrooms, where every moment of your afterlife is just another story.
30.
The fabric of space-time is unstable. Reality is broken. The cosmos is inherently fragmented, and this damned place is the result of that. You can't even begin to comprehend what you're seeing, but you do know one thing: there is no escape. Whether you slipped on ice, fell down the stairs, or tripped over a misplaced item, it doesn't matter. You're here now. Your life as you know it will never be the same again.
Welcome to The Backrooms.
31.
You were careless, weren't you?
Tumbling down that flight of stairs
striding by one step too far
dozing off on the homely couch
and so you lay
in these rooms
locked away
to the very back
of reality.
32.
You think you're in control..?
Probability wasn't on your side that day.
You weren't supposed to be the one. At least not yet.
You remember your home. You remember the.. fresh air.
I learned to forget.
The people here are only players. Playing with probability just to live another day. They too weren't supposed to be the one. The dead..? Their price was lightwork compared to this. Some signed up for it. I did not.
Welcome to the Backrooms.
33.
"A finite glimpse into fractal realities."
34.
Everything is familiar: boring yellow corridors, spacious offices, and silent squares… Here, the epitome of the world you knew has become an eternal cage. Welcome to the Backrooms, your ultimate destination after breaking reality. This place comprises numerous diverse spaces. Some of them are old, yellow basements, while others seem like abstract architectures designed by surrealists. Always be aware of what is hidden in the darkness, new wanderers. This isn’t the world you're familiar with…
35.
You finally got a grasp on reality, and it just slipped out from under your feet. Welcome to the backrooms. A world beyond worlds. Your new home.
Down here, there are only 3 rules.
Expect nothing. The less you know, the more you see. Nothing makes sense, and usual isn’t allowed.
Fear nothing. The less you fear, the less you find. This place plays with your mind, turning thought into weakness.
Be nothing. You better get comfortable, because those pretty yellow walls aren’t changing any time soon.
36.
Your body phases through the wall. The world fades into the yellow of wallpaper and moist carpet comprising the Backrooms. You look around only to find hundreds of millions of square miles of blinding lights and endless hum-buzz. Minutes pass as they turn into days. You walk through the halls looking for and escape. You cope and whine. You beg to make it stop.
But the halls didn't respond with kindness. They didn't even notice. You'll either wander to see what's beyond or collapse to nothing.
37.
You noclip and land somewhere quiet. Yellow halls go on and on, lights buzzing softly overhead. The carpet smells old, like a place people used to work. It feels familiar, almost comforting—but no one is here. You walk, expecting something to happen, and slowly realize the space doesn’t care if you stay or leave.
38.
They say that it's an afterlife–not for people, but for places. For every chain storefront demolished, every retail outlet bought out, every dead mall razed to the ground. A limbo for every building without purpose, those in-between spaces. Endless structures so unfathomable, yet so clearly man-made. Edges in the curtains of memory, corners that open up at the seams of reality to let the unlucky wanderer in.
Be careful out there, for the footsteps that fill these halls may not only be your own.
39.
You've no-clipped into the Backrooms. Don't ask us what the Backrooms is; nobody really knows that. All we know what it isn't.
It isn't Earth.
It isn't new.
It isn't safe.
It isn't small.
It isn't empty.
It isn't logical.
It isn't patternless.
It isn't quite remembered.
It isn't quite forgotten.
It isn't right by our rules.
It isn't wrong by its rules.
It isn't escapable.
It isn't hopeless.
It isn't like anything we're supposed to think exists.
It exists anyway.
Be careful out there.
40.
In those abandoned spaces where the fabric of existence wears too thin, you risk falling into the Backrooms—a labyrinth of all things forsaken spanning across endless layers of reality, where the familiar and the strange intertwine, the unknown lurks behind each corner, and every threshold only plummets you deeper down the rabbit hole.
Get ready to be wandering for a while, because you can't go back once you've fallen here.
And there are so many ways to be lost.
