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This article contains themes of death/near-death experiences, gruesome depictions, and implied suicidal ideation. Consequently, this could be upsetting to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.
Written by ReyDay
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The prompts I’m using for Promptcon are “nostalgia”, “paradise” (kind of), “loss”, and “dread”. This page is also a part of the Black Knights canon.
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| Page Type | Articles |
|---|---|
| Author Page | ReyDay |
| Levels | Level 986 |
| Unnumbered Levels | Death’s Door, The Celestial Cathedral(translated) |
| Sub-Layers | Level 800.1 |
| Entities | Coming Soon! |
| Unnumbered Entities | Coming Soon! |
| Objects | Object 48 - “Liquid Pain”, Object 33 - “RoboPets”, Object 64 - "Whisperers", Object 5-FR - “Anemophosis”(translated) |
| Phenomena | Coming Soon! |
| Tales | Echo of Creation, Five Years Since You Went Missing, Knight’s Gambit, For Christmas(translated) |
| Groups | Ariane Circle(translated), The Black Knights(owned) |
| POIs | Nyx(translated) |
| Canons | Black Knights(owned) |
| Joke Pages | Coming Soon! |
| Tech | Enchanted Forest Theme, Music Theme, Deep Sea Theme, Tesseract Theme, Ariane Circle Theme(translated) |
| Guides/Essays | Coming Soon! |
| Art | Diana Evelynn, Fia, Tess Welcome Banner |
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I saw it. My life flashed before my eyes, frames of sacred memories flickering past like film. The time I fell off the swing after my brother pushed me too hard, the first time I electroplated copper to a quarter, my high school graduation, the day I met my first girlfriend, when I moved into my first apartment. Each moment was more glorious and wonderful than the last, and then all of a sudden:
Black.
Void.
Nothingness.
SURVIVAL DIFFICULTY:
Class unknown
- Unstable
- Strange Phenomena
- Possibly Nonexistent
Description
Death’s Door is nil but a rumor; its existence remains unconfirmed. Regardless, every single near-death event has left the affected individual with the same experience: their life “flashing before their eyes” right before they met their fate. In light of recent events, the M.E.G.’s knowledge of this peculiar phenomenon has only grown.
This is a compilation of all known knowledge and experiences in regards to this subject, but unfortunately the resources available in the Frontrooms are inaccesible for use in this study. Consequently, this essay will likely be incomplete and will be more personal to those researching. Please consider the information presented critically.
Of course, the most notable feature of Death’s Door is the rapid reminiscing of one’s life, what researchers refer to as the “Recollection Effect”. The Recollection Effect is theorized to vary from person to person based on evidence drawn from various interviews with wanderers who have been to Death’s Door. It is most commonly described as being similar to that of a photo album or a facsimile of one, the “frames” being typically significant moments in one’s lifetime. Notably, temporal perception may vary during the Recollection Effect, as it is subject to individual differences. Most visits to Death’s Door have concluded after this period, and it is therefore assumed to be the period where escape is most likely.
Based on the information available, researchers have deemed that Death's Door is not a physical space but rather an abstract one. Being within the space of Death’s Door is reportedly not unlike a dream or meditation, as the wanderer will physically be unconscious while in the space. This space consists of absolutely nothing once the Recollection Effect has concluded, except for a single wooden door.
The void enveloped me entirely, the infinite darkness shrouding over my body like a blanket. I stood, my weight resting on nothing, the only thing in sight for miles being myself, but then I saw it: the door. It was painted white, dotted with cartoon pink flowers. I could’ve recognized it anywhere; it was the door to my childhood bedroom.
I heard the laughs of my siblings, I smelled the savory chicken pot pie that my mother used to make when my grandparents would visit, I felt the soft fur of my childhood dog brush up against my ankles. I felt like I was home, after all of these years, finally home.
I reached for the knob, and I turned it.
The Door
The wooden door appears as exactly that, but in reality, it is much more. The wooden door is one of the most deceptive objects in the entirety of the Backrooms. It teases wanderers by playing on nostalgia, inducing sensory hallucinations that are reminiscent of the wanderer’s childhood. As pleasing as these hallucinations are, one must remain aware of the tricks at play. The door will use everything it can to lure you into opening it, but you must resist, for what lies behind is a trap. While there is no other known way to leave this level, falling for these deceptions is far more dangerous.
What the door leads to has been incredibly inconsistent. Each wanderer having been to Death’s Door has reported the space resembling something vastly different from the next. The most common finding, however, is a grotesque room made entirely of flesh or any other gruesome manifestations. Any distorted bodily horror can be found in this area, wanderers’ false sense of hope instantly shattering as they are confronted with excessive blood stains, brain matter, and imagery beyond comprehension. It is unknown if escape is possible, but theories have suggested that it is incredibly unlikely and that most wanderers remain there for eternity or simply end up in The Grave afterward.
I hesitated for a moment as the cold metal pressed against my palm. The imprints of my fingers were gone, the brass coloring looked oddly pristine, the spikey spots of paint were in all the wrong places. The void seemed to push me forward, urging me to open it, the cold silence becoming more intense by the minute. I finally gave in and pushed past the wooden frame and into the bright light beyond.
And for a moment, I was back home.
For a moment, I was sitting in my apartment.
For a moment, the blankets weighed on me as I got comfortable in my bed.
For a moment, I felt the sun shining through the window.
For a moment, my cat purred on my lap.
For a moment, the familiar pictures of my friends and coworkers decorated the walls.
This wasn’t a dream. No, it couldn’t be a dream.
I was really home, after all these years, finally home.
It was as if I never left.
But only for a moment.
Not much more is known about Death’s Door. In fact, few have lived to tell the tale of its existence. Many may find this page irrelevant or unnecessary, but the study of the mysteries of Death’s Door is fundamental to the M.E.G.’s understanding of the nature of the Backrooms along with the infathomable possibilities that it presents. It remains one of the few phenomena that every wanderer will likely experience at one point or another, so the spread of information regarding it is something that is essential to our continued survival in the Backrooms.
If you have any additional information about Death’s Door’s existence or the nature behind it, please contact melaniepark@majoreexplorergroup.bkr.
I blinked. Such a small, involuntary, inevitable action, but it cost me paradise.
Once again, I was surrounded by the familiar yellow hellscape that had snatched me from my previous life.
I laughed. I don’t know why, but hysterical laughter overwhelmed me. I’m a fool for thinking I had escaped.
I’m a fool for running from fate.
I’m a fool for fighting in the battle.
I’m a fool for joining the M.E.G.
I’m a fool for attempting to survive here.
Death’s Door is the closest thing we have to Heaven, but it is only temporary. Bliss only exists for a moment. Permanent happiness is an unattainable goal. I will never know peace.
There is no Heaven.
There is only Hell and Purgatory.