Level 210/A Snowy Rebirth

Deep inside a crevasse, a trapped wanderer resided, desperate and alone.
Before this untimely situation, the wanderer had already been rejected by every group or community he had ever encountered in The Backrooms and been attacked and nearly slaughtered by numerous dreadful entities that called this cursed reality home. Then, he had made it here, to this snowy mountain level. The wanderer was beaten and weakened by his grueling journey through the Backrooms, and he hated every second of it.
When would he receive even a sliver of kindness, a hint that someone was actually willing to help him rather than just give him a few scarce resources and then send him on his way, only for the cycle to continue and for him to be attacked over and over by horrific nightmare creatures whose sole purpose was to cause pain and death?
It seemed he was destined to suffer, as he had already had a lonely, miserable life in The Frontrooms even before he had landed in the Backrooms, and then his life had only gotten much worse.
When the wanderer arrived at this particular level, he used the walkie-talkie that the last base he had visited had had the decency to give him to report the level's existence. He thought that he could at least help other people with the little knowledge he had of this new level.
The wanderer also thought that maybe, at last, he would get a break in this seemingly new level and maybe even find some new resources that might be lying around.
However, after some time had passed, he came across a hidden crevasse hidden by a thin layer of snow, and before he could even shout, the wanderer was falling into it, landing painfully at the bottom and breaking some bones. He screamed in agony, but of course, no one heard him. When he reached for the walkie-talkie, he found that it had been smashed by the fall. When he finally got up, he desperately tried to get back to the top of the crevasse, first trying to find handholds and footholds to climb up and then attempting to use his hands on one side and his feet on the other to ascend. Sadly, nothing worked and thus is his current situation.
Then, an avalanche struck somewhere higher up the mountain, and the rumbling caused large piles of snow, including snow from a nearby tree, to fall into the crevasse and quickly pile up on the helpless wanderer, eventually burying and suffocating him. The wanderer struggled to escape, but there was too much snow.
This is when the lone wanderer met his demise.
But it was not the end.
By unknown means, the wanderer's spirit lived on, insubstantial and formless yet filled with intense hate.
There was also another entity in the level, a malevolent snowstorm known as the Blizzard. It had been in the level long before the wanderer had ever arrived there and had been eagerly awaiting its next victim, though it had missed the wanderer.
Perhaps drawn to the Blizzard's malevolence, the wanderer's hateful spirit managed to possess the Blizzard and take over its consciousness. Whether the Blizzard's consciousness was truly gone or had just been displaced somewhere else, only time would tell. Regardless, the wanderer's spirit then grew in power, and the blizzard that made up his new body thickened and became an even greater force of destruction that would then go on to roam the level and chase anyone unlucky enough to end up there.
For the Blizzard had become the Avalanche.
But this was not the end of the spirit's transformational journey.
Sometime later, something happened that no one could have predicted: the mountain erupted. It was a volcano that had been dormant for an unknowable amount of time — until now. As it erupted, chaos ensued as boulders and jets of lava were launched from the volcano, and waves of lava spilled from the peak and down the mountain.
The Avalanche could not escape this molten onslaught, and so it watched as a wave of lava raced toward it, crashing into The Avalanche. As the lava mingled with the snow that made up the hateful spirit's body, something else unanticipated occurred.
The Avalanche was transformed by the lava and turned into a fiery version of itself, albeit still inhabited by the same consciousness that had initially possessed it. As this happened, The Avalanche was able to gain control of the volcano.
From then on, it would go on to reset the events of the eruption, with the volcano remaining at The Avalanche's disposal should its victims make it too far down the mountain. Each reset, it would re-assume its snowy form and then transform once again if its current victim got too far, with the eruption also being caught in this unknowable yet seemingly never-ending cycle and reoccurring at the same time as The Avalanche's transition into its lava state.
And so as each time these events repeated and a new wanderer was condemned to either make it to the bottom of the mountain, die, or end up falling in the Void, The Avalanche would similarly be condemned to chasing that wanderer in a continuous cycle of pursuing its revenge.
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