Aellan

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You seem to have arrived. You do not know when; however, it must have been less than a year ago. It should have been less than a year ago. Are you dead? You were unsure. 
Sheets of rain pour down, tiny impacts constantly hammering away at your back and body, as you walk through the asphalt roads. It occurs to you that there are no clouds in this empty void, but the rain simply falls through the clear infinity without a care as to what's possible. Looking down, you see the mirror of the city extending downwards. People walk past, distancing themselves from each other. The shadows lengthen around them with a fog until you can no longer see into the blue anymore. You come to an intersection and take a left. No vehicles tread these roads. However, there are still highways. As you walk for some amount of time you don't know, you come to a harbor and the empty blue becomes visible once again. The concept of the ships confuses you as you watch them sail by. They don't seem to go anywhere, simply into the emptiness and back with no destinations in between. You watch this exercise in pointlessness for some time, before you finally realize that you should write a message back to HQ. You pull your laptop out of your bag and begin writing.
 Aellan Exploration Journal, ENTRY 1
I have arrived at the destination. This location seems to be a city, populated by humans. It's in a void, but not the kind that I entered from. Everything is blue, and it seems impossibly clear. I cannot see anything in the void. The people here seem withdrawn, scared of each other or maybe something else. It vaguely reminds me of Level 11, from what I can still remember of it, except the buildings are much more damaged. It seems that the city is mirrored on itself, but the mirrored version is impossible to enter. Everybody acts strangely here, I don't understand the purpose of their behavior yet. 
The message has been sent. Or at least, you hope that it was. <choose> <option> you still exist to send it. </option> <option> they still exist to read it. </option> </choose> The people go by, with their knife-like beaks, their flesh melting into the asphalt and reforming constantly. Is this normal? You can't remember. A friendly puddle of flesh and organs walking by on two pseudopods says "Hello" to you with it's nonexistent mouths. Something feels wrong but you can't exactly place it. In the distance you see a lighthouse. You think that it is strange that a lighthouse is there, of all places, but as you walk closer you feel a sense of normality. A massive conflagration is staying almost frozen on the side of the concrete structure, somehow not going out despite a lack of fuel or oxygen. Speaking of oxygen, you don't remember it's purpose. That is worrying, as you do faintly remember that it was supposed to be important to human life. The people around you sprout four legs and duplicate themselves, until every street is filled with a massive crowd. This is how it has always been. You watch the flame of the lighthouse against the blue void, as the people phase through you. Suddenly, you remember. How many years has it been? You think to yourself "<choose> <option>No time has passed, you don't exist. </option> <option>No time has passed, you are trapped in time. </option> <option>Two years have passed, you must write back to HQ </option> <option>It has been a millennia, they are all dead. </option> <option>Time does not matter </option </choose>" Regardless of your thoughts, you must now write back as it is your only purpose, and purpose is equivalent to existence. You must not forget.
 Aellan Exploration Journal, ENTRY 2
This city has a harbor, despite the lack of water. I'm noticing the buildings becoming of a higher quality as I travel a little bit closer to the center, but I have a bit of an issue. I can feel my memory and thoughts being changed the longer I stay here, I would like to request that we switch to the backup team or that I at least take a break outside of here. I feel like I'm going insane. 
Aellan Exploration Journal, ENTRY 2 <re>:
Negative regarding the request to switch to the backup team, we need more information on the area first and simply sending in more people won't help. Remember the calming exercises. 
You feel relief wash over you as you get the reply, at least HQ still exists. However, you don't know where you are. The people are stars and galaxies, filling up the void with the brightest light, and the buildings strike you as off, twisted in some way. You remember all buildings being this way, but you can't figure out why - it seemed much less architecturally sound than any other way of constructing a building. Their tall, thin, corkscrew-like construction feels like the entire city will tip over very soon. Maybe, <choose> <options> your memories aren't real. </option> <option> your thoughts are not correct. </option> </choose> Either way, you should simply continue reporting what you can see. 
Suddenly, with a rumble, the galaxies and stars speak to you. "What are you?" 
You reply, "A human". 
"That is impossible, we are humans, and you are not us." 
"Then what am I?" 
"Nothing." 
With that, the galaxies fall silent. The rain is intensifying, flooding the empty streets with reflections of light. You take refuge in an abandoned building. Climbing to the top, you can see every single thing stretching out in front of you. Unable to fathom what you are seeing, you manage to avert your eyes, and hide in the building. You pull out your laptop. You remember some sort of sense of purpose or importance correlated to it. Reading your past messages, you realize that you don't remember anything. However, it seems that your purpose is to describe this world you currently live in.
 Aellan Exploration Journal, ENTRY 
I don't remember anything, and I don't know how much time is passing. I'm realizing that both, knowledge and time are useless things to have in this world. I can't comprehend nor describe what's happening right now, it seems that my perception of reality itself is changing constantly. I don't know what reality is supposed to be, or if it even exists, but whether or not I can remember doesn't matter. 
 Aellan Exploration Journal, ENTRY <re>
What do you mean? We don't understand. 
You close the laptop, and the sound of the rain seems to get increasingly louder. The building you are in cease to exist. A gigantic stream of a color you can't comprehend flows past, and both reality and the Backrooms seem to exist above you. You try to go to the Backrooms, your goal of reaching reality, forgotten, but you cannot. Everything exists in the same place, and you are trapped in that place. As you forget entirely what your mission was, you fade from existence. Slowly, but peacefully. 
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