Level 988

The Fields... The State of Transistion. An empty space between forests and cities, farms and mountains.
A bliss beyond nothing and everything.
How far does the rural landscape go?
Yet nobody knows.
You woke up. Stranded in the limitless fieldscape. How did you get here? You don't know. The sky is a mundane shade of blue, with disorganised white clouds scattered on it.
Patches of bushes and plants are diffused from each other at random. The only sign of humanity is a tunnel. You have no choice.
You approach the tunnel.
The Tunnel. It seems bigger from inside, don't you think? You observe cemented walls neglected by graffiti, the floor covered in sewage, and the dark beyond you.
It beckons you.
Without any further hesitation, you enter the gloom.
You continue strolling through the dark. You cannot see a thing.
After a certain turn, you see a light. A light at the end of the tunnel.
You run through it, hoping for an escape.
But... you are in the field again.
Evergreen grass, a cloudless sky, and a line of pylons quickly catch your eye.
"Why doesn't it end?" you ask yourself. But nobody answers.
You continue going through the field. You notice that something isn't quite right— yes, the tunnel disappeared.
You follow the powerline.
 
After trailing it for an hour, it ends, and you realise that you are now stranded in a boundless grassland.
You are now lost. Lost and forgotten.
 
 
 
 
You don't know which direction you are going. You don't know how many hours have passed. The only thing you know is that you need to search for shelter before it gets dark.
 
 
 
 
It's glad that God sometimes gives you cover from the shadows.
 
It's a house.
 
A small, desolate house. The only shelter.
 
And so you enter it.
 
 
 
 
The house looks strange, but it's the best you've got.
 
The kitchen contains some food, yet you are too tired to cook something serious.
 
You leave your belongings in the isolated bedroom on the second floor and fall asleep.
 
 
 
 
You wake up to the gentle sound of rain outside.
 
For a second, you thought that you were back in your sweet home.
 
And the whole terror of the Backrooms was just a nightmare.
 
 
You look out the window. It's so misty.
You go downstairs and have breakfast in the vacant household.
A simple omelette and a cup of refreshing juice.
Full of motivation, you take your backpack and go outside.
You say goodbye to your own shelter, thanking it for saving your life and giving comfortable stay.
You won't see it again.
Because the new wanderings await you.
 
 
 
You see a figure on the horizon.
It's the author!
Author: Mike
 
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Category:Cluster I
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