Level 77

\Longrightarrow\lfloorLevel 77 is the 78th level of the Backrooms.\rceil\Longleftarrow
A depiction of what one will observe after accepting fate.
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Level 77 is a desolate set of ranches and fields shrouded in a thick overhanging fog. They are imperfect, and they are broken, leaving only smudges of sense in what it is or has been. The level supposedly carries an eerie feeling and instill feelings of despair and tension among wanderers who enter it. Small fields littered with rusted farming equipment are found throughout the lonely plains. Weary stables let their old skeletons rest in the center of the level; they are barely still standing after what they have been through.
The general temperature of the level is a steady 58° Farenheit with a continuous light breeze. The level is mostly stuck in a mild rain with thunder radiating throughout the abandoned fields. Time is irrelevant here; light levels have made most think of late afternoon, almost dusk. The storm ahead is waiting to break. Size is undetermined but what is known is that walking for a while in any direction will lead you back to where one started, the crippled ranch.
The lifeless ranch appears to be what once was a functional ranch but time has gotten the best of it. The presence of rusted equipment such as rusted tractors and broken tools suggest this. One can find only a small house fit for one and a stable made for horses. The inside of both of these edifices is dusty but not rotting. The rest of the interiors are disheveled, making it look as if they have been raided by some unknown entity. The house is more of a skeleton of its former self, leaving only a log frame that could be restored with the right effort. The stable, though, is where most live as it provides more adequate shelter from the oncoming storm.
Anyone unlucky enough to find themselves in this place is not doomed, no, they are only going to have to face life with a new attitude. One will have to learn how to live here until one finds an exit. No one can see each other – each to his own. It is impossible to propagate crops here due to the continuous storms which continually muddy the ground. One will not die of hunger, only age or lack of water. It is best to just accept this nightmare and live it as if running through the stars. The plains will start shifting to accompany their new owner: a fresh soul, willing to live life as it should be lived.
Statues of great people that had prestigious effects on modern society are also said to be found dotting the fields. Each statue serves as a memorial to the history that humanity cherishes of its brutal past. Statues can be found in relatively pristine shape with only the occasional smudge or lone vine smearing their perfect image. Look up to them as leaders; guides to cheer one on throughout their life. It is possible for one to also see statues of people of no historical importance smearing the statues' historical glamour. Each with the best thing they have ever said in their lives. Perhaps this place is a graveyard but we will never know.
\Longrightarrow\lfloorSurvive through the stormy fields of entropy and leave with a life worth living.\rceil\Longleftarrow
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One will find themself entirely alone, without a single soul to ease the pain. Not even a coyote to give a sense of purpose; nothing to guard. It is only one with their brutal thoughts; about what life should be. No entities such as Smilers or Skin-Stealers will come to end a poor soul waiting. One is the sole caretaker of their new life, no help will anyone receive.
The only company one will receive is the statues. The statues that guide one to greatness and peace, to a better place. Life is too rambunctious with all of the strife in the world. Level 77 takes all of that pain and suffering away.
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In the end, one will know that they have lived a satisfactory life and will embrace what is to come, as does one with tragedy. The storm that has been mentioned will be in the form of an unfathomably large rainstorm that blots out all resemblance of natural light. The rain will beat down any structure and wipe one from existence, never to be seen again. The storm will then dissipate and the level will reset. 
Time works just as it does in the normal areas of the Backrooms; absolutely will one feel the aging, all the way up until the time when work must be passed onto another generation. Anyone would agree how gorgeous this hell has become. The Backrooms can be more beautiful than anyone had ever expected and another statue will be carved in every new copy with the greatest words one has ever spoken inscribed in the stone. A new story will be told for every new person and will be remembered forever in each statue that that has ever stood.
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Access to this anomaly can be gained through only two different ways.
*The first is simply done by entering through a weathered doorway located somewhere in Level 1. The door will instantly snap shut; sealing one inside true peace.
*The only other known way to enter Level 77 is to fall through a random glitch in the rain and blackout due to the sheer kaleidoscopic mess of color in Level 63 to wake up in a much more peaceful place.
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There is only one feasible way to egress Level 77. It is in plainer sight than a stunted oak tree waving its fronds out in a sun-baked field of wheat. 
*The only known way to egress Level 77 is to fall through a rusted well. Many will not even realize this is the exit, even after drawing from its waters more times than they have breathed. If one does attempt this exit, one will fall into Level 10.7 if done feet-first or if head-first, one will immediately wake up in the last place they have slept outside of Level 77, as if it was all a dream . . . 
 
File:5A217A25-5358-47B0-BB78-DE139E0129DC.jpeg|An unidentified tree surrounded by the afternoon rain.
File:B11FBFA1-BD9B-4420-A5ED-52E9637A0C5D.jpeg|Another unidentified tree, rigid amongst the bare plains.
File:477C06C4-FD79-446F-B0D2-3FA7A5311533.jpeg|A path leading to one's sole company.
File:A7355FC1-CA76-4B90-B5B1-6958259D5A55.jpeg|A rolling field leading to a outcrop of trees.
\Longrightarrow\lfloorFor the beauty of the Backrooms\rceil\Longleftarrow
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Author: AlwaysWandering
Extra Credits: MoonlightSerenity, she helped with the gallery code!
Images: Level images/background sourced from Stable Diffusion, go check them out, they have some of the highest quality images ever.
Revisions, SPaG corrections, WikiText corrections, and Addendum: ParallaxAstro.
Greenlight Credits: Gorped, she gave the greenlight on this!
Images: Level images/background sourced from Night Cafe's Stable Diffusion, go check them out, they have some of the highest quality images ever.
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