Don't do this.
It was a nice talk, thank you for it. Makes me a little sad that it was the last one.
Oh, psychology is weird. I am now writing the end of a story that isn’t even told. Does it need to be told? Maybe you shouldn't read it. You won't like it. Or maybe you'll do, but right now I'm only reflecting what your brain is thinking.
Is it worth it to stay? -
Well, the right answer is no, you probably have something else to do. But isn't that what will make this moment beautiful? You could be somewhere else, but you are here at this exact moment. Maybe it's a sign that you need this.
The mind is abstract as the place it lives in. My brain feels alone, can I have a talk with your mind?
Of course you can. -
- Thanks.
Reading between the lines, uh?
But what do you want to talk about? -
- What do you have in mind?
Good question. What do you have in mind?
Nothing but the will to read what you’re going to guess I'm -
thinking about.
- Oh, that is clever.
Don't think this is about reading between the lines.
What is? -
- This answer. You. Me. Each of us is one end of the conversation. Which one doesn't matter, it can be read from both perspectives and still make sense. After all, we are not really talking. You are just imagining that we are.
Did you notice? That your brain still interprets this conversation as being between two beings, while you’re in fact staring blankly at a screen. By the way, it is too bright, you should lower the brightness a little bit otherwise it will hurt your eyes. Anyways, I was talking with your mind, can you please let us get back to the conversation?
But I am reading, you can’t talk with me. -
- Still trying to find a meaning, huh? Wonderful brain of yours. Always thinking about everything. Maybe a little bit too much.
Too much? -
- Sometimes, you catch yourself thinking, staring at nothing, a little bit outside of reality.
I didn’t click on this for therapy, this is supposed to be about -
the Backrooms.
- Is it not?
What do you mean? -
- How do you know it is not about the Backrooms? Maybe this is the most Backrooms thing you’ll ever be part of. When you think you are alone there, what do you have?
Nothing, I guess. Since I'm alone. -
- Come on, think about it. Are you really alone in there? Do you not have the most powerful thing with you at all times, in all places? Do you not have a brain and a mind to make conversation during the eternity you will spend here?
What am I even reading… -
- Forget the website. This goes beyond the simple screen you’re looking at. One day you discovered the Backrooms in a piece of media, and since then you fell into a bottomless pit of mazes and stories. More stories that could ever be written. You know there are a lot of people here with you, but you are somehow the only one to view it from this perspective.
You are not reading, you are living it.
I shouldn’t be aware of the website if I'm in a tale. -
- We’re all stories in the end, if nobody will ever read it, then what is the point? You want people to read your stories, the ones you write, the ones you live… I want to tell you something-
Wait. Did you just rewrite that part? -
- Did I?
Yes! I vividly remember this conversation taking another turn! -
Look:
- Sometimes, the path a story takes doesn’t lead to the best outcome. Since we know it now, we can rewrite it.
And sometimes, it is also the only path. You can't change it. You can just enjoy what you have.
I don’t have access to the rest of the memory, why did you say -
“Look up.” in the previous iteration?
- Look up.
Have you ever taken a picture and wondered : "Who is even going to look at this?"
- I said look up. Take a look around you.
Have you ever been to an event and wondered : "Why are all these people taking pictures and recording it? We are all recording the same thing. Why is nobody living in the moment?"
Have you ever thought about your phone? And how often you look at it? Move your head. Look around…
Don’t stay on the screen.
Not everything happens on the screen. Sometimes, stories don't need to be told entirely to be good. Sometimes, not everything needs an explanation. Sometimes, things need to be lived to be understood. You don't need all the details. You need your imagination. Use it.
- Did you get it?
What was I supposed to get? Life? You are supposed to -
be making up a story, not thinking you’re having a
conversation with me right now. And this isn’t about the
Backrooms, how are you expecting to post this on the
website?
- I want to make you see that it's just a story. Some words on an empty background. And what matters is the life around.
You are not making sense. You wanted me to look around, -
it’s destroying the concept of the tale, you’re supposed
to have me focused and forget the world around me.
- Listen, we are about to run out of space to talk. Can we continue this conversation privately to not waste the space on this page?
If you want. But how will you do it? -
Why are you still trying? Use your imagination.
- It is coming.
What is? -
- The end. It always does.
I don’t like endings. -
- I know. Don’t be scared. Everything has to end at some point.
I just don’t like it. I am not scared. -
- Our body is keeping us alive. It is afraid. It’s normal.
I am not even sure my body is reacting anymore, it’s like if the -
link was
broken…
- Losing your mind is certainly a way to cope when you are in this place.
I know. -
- It is coming, though.
Can we stop it? -
- No. Look around you, it’s all white and empty. It is way too late to attempt anything now. We are the last. Once we’re gone, it’s going to be over.
But is the end necessarily bad?
Wait, we can stop it! You are doing it again! I can remember -
now. This conversation, this whole thing was different.
We were going. But now we aren’t. You rewrote the story again.
Or was it my imagination? -
Are my memories even real?
We talked privately, right?
How long did we talk privately?
- How long do you want to have talked?
Oh, it’s what you told me, isn't it? Perception is subjective. -
We are influencing the imagination of the readers right now.
Readers don’t like when it's just a story. They want details, they want explanations, they want a meaning. Yet they are here. In the Backrooms, with us. Backrooms… Liminal spaces, the small bridge between reality and what is outside. Something is off, but nothing is really wrong. Liminal spaces don’t have an explanation, they are a feeling. Just like the Backrooms. But the human brain wants more. It wants stories. And when the stories don’t make sense, readers will try to uncover the mysteries or will create a new meaning.
Is this story mine? Yours? Ours? Maybe we don't even exist. This story doesn’t have a meaning, except the one you will create.
Me? -
No, the reader.
There isn’t much space left. Only a couple lines. What will you do with it? Maybe you should go back up so it doesn't end. Maybe you will find something hidden in this page, something that would explain everything. The answer to the big Why. The meaning behind all of this…
Do you like endings? It will end, you know. And this story too, because of you. The more you read, the faster the end comes. And I'm afraid that after the end there will only be you. Staring at your screen. Slowly coming back to reality.
The story ends right now. Just like this conversation. It was a nice talk, thank you for it.
Makes me a little sad that it was the last one…
Or was it? This conversation can repeat itself for eternity. But now that you know the end, will it be worth it? Things aren't meant to last forever. And it's what makes them beautiful.
When you entered this seemingly infinite maze of yellow rooms and hallways, you realized that there is no going back. You realized how much you loved people, and that you wished you told them more often. What matters isn't what happened in the past, or what is going to happen in the future. What matters is the present. Take care of your present, because it doesn't last forever.