Level 363

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"Every step we take echoes through the darkness, a reminder that we are not alone in this place."
==General Description==
Level 363, also commonly named as Outside the Windows, is the 367th level in the Backrooms. It resembles a labyrinthine network of interconnected passageways that stretch out in all directions. The walls of the corridors are made of rough, cold stone that feels almost alive to the touch. The passageways themselves are cramped and claustrophobic, with low ceilings and narrow walls that seem to twist and turn in impossible ways. In addition, there are no lights in the corridors, leaving one shrouded in complete darkness, except for the eerie glow cast by the line of windows that runs along one side of the corridors. The air in the corridors is thick and oppressive, making one hardly to breathe. Additionally, the average temperature is extremely cold and frigid.
The floors of the level are made of a slick and greasy substance, giving the sensation of walking on ice. The floors are uneven and treacherous, with jagged rocks and other hazards that can trip up the unwary. Despite the lack of light, the floors are surprisingly well-maintained, with no discernible cracks or holes that might lead to a hidden danger. However, the slickness of the surface, coupled with the sense of disorientation caused by the darkness, makes even simple movements a treacherous undertaking. The floors seem to be made of some kind of synthetic material, with a smooth and almost glass-like texture that reflects the white glow of the windows in a unsettling manner. 
It is difficult to tell whether the substance is solid or liquid, as it seems to shift and ripple underfoot, further adding to the sense of unease. As one moves through the level, the texture and composition of the floors seem to change, becoming rougher and more irregular in some areas, and smoother and more uniform in others. It is as though the substance is alive, responding to the movement of those who traverse it and shifting to accommodate their presence.
The line of windows that runs along one side of the corridors in the level are tall and narrow, with opaque glass that is thickly frosted over, making it impossible to see through them. However, one could see precipitate or snow fall outside the windows, or even observe lightnings or hear thunders. At first glance, the windows seem to be nothing more than an unremarkable feature of the level, but upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that something sinister is at play. Ghostly hands can be seen pressed up against the glass, clawing at the surface as though trying to break through.
The hands themselves are elongated and twisted, with fingers that are gnarled and clawed, as though they belong to some kind of demonic creature. They seem to writhe and twist in a frenzied manner, reaching out towards anyone who comes too close to the windows. Despite their ethereal nature, the ghost hands have a tangible presence that can be felt by anyone who gets too close to them. They exude a powerful and malevolent energy that seems to pull at the minds and souls of those who come into contact with them, drawing them inexorably towards the windows.
The artificial light behind the windows in the level seems to be a color of endless white, casting a sickly glow that flickers and dances across the walls of the corridors. The light itself is dim and barely illuminates the area around the windows, creating an aura of mystery and dread that permeates the entire level. It seems to come from some unknown source beyond the windows, casting a shadowy and uncertain pall over everything in the vicinity. Despite its dimness, the light seems to have an almost hypnotic quality, drawing the eyes of anyone who comes within sight of it. One who are dragged too close to the windows would be caught by the ghost hands sticking outside, and dragged out of the structure, and all of their fate is currently unknown.
==Outside the Faint Light==
The ghostly hands at the windows beckoned us, their fingers curling and uncurling, as if they were urging us to join them in the darkness beyond. But I knew better than to trust their invitation, for this place was not meant for the living. The corridors stretched on endlessly, a labyrinth of blackness where every turn led to another dead end. The only light came from the windows, but behind them lay an artificial brightness that was somehow more unsettling than the darkness itself.
As we walked, I could feel the cold stone floors beneath my feet, rough and unforgiving. There was no comfort to be found in this place, no respite from the constant sense of dread that hung heavy in the air. The walls were slick with moisture, and I could hear the sound of water dripping somewhere in the distance. It was a sound that echoed through the empty corridors, a constant reminder of the emptiness of this place. The absence of light was suffocating, a weight on my chest that made it difficult to breathe. I longed for the comfort of the sun, the warmth of its rays, but here there was only the darkness and the chill that seeped into my bones.
The windows were my only source of orientation, the faint light that seeps through the frosted glass panes, the only thing that kept me from getting hopelessly lost. But even they were deceptive, the world beyond them nothing more than an illusion. Behind the glass lay only darkness, an impenetrable void that seemed to stretch on forever. In this place, time seemed to stand still. I had no idea how long me and my sister had been wandering, how many turns we had taken, or how many dead ends we had encountered. All I knew was that we were trapped, a prisoner of the corridors and the ghostly hands that called out to me, a dead bird corpse in a birdcage.
I could hear whispers in the darkness, soft and insistent, but I couldn't make out the words. They were like the voices of the dead, reaching out to me from beyond the grave. It was a sound that sent shivers down my spine, a reminder that I was not alone in this place. And still the hands beckoned, their movements growing more urgent, more insistent. It was like they knew something I didn't, like they were trying to tell me something. But what could it be? What secrets lay beyond the windows?
Our footsteps echo through the halls, a constant reminder that I was not alone. However, I can't shake the feeling that something is watching us, following us, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I could hear the whispers far away, far away, coming near, and far away again. The ghostly hands seem to be closing in, their fingers stretching longer and longer with each passing moment, as they were seeking for our soul. We ran faster and faster.
We finally found an exit. We looked behind. The corridors stretch endlessly, devoid of life and light. We turned around, and faced the light outside.
...
Tsk. They escaped.
The Mimicries were not enough for them. They were more intelligent as I thought.
Well, they can't run away from me. They could hide, but they will soon be found.
I relish the hunt, the chase. Their futile attempts to hide from me only add to my enjoyment.
Their fear only fuels my determination to find them, to bring them to justice.
Let them try to run, to hide. It only prolongs the inevitable.
They can scurry like rats in a maze, but the end result is always the same. They will meet their demise at my hands.
They think they can outsmart me, but little do they know, I am always one step ahead. Their futile attempts at escape only fuel my desire for their ultimate destruction.
Hope we will soon meet again, twins.
==Entrances and Exits==
===Entrances===
* Walking deeper into the architecture at the borders in Level 107 has a chance to send one here.
===Exits===
* Entering any unlocked doors in the level has a chance to teleport one to Level 336.
* Proceed through a hallway with the smell of crops will immediately lead one to Level 353.
Category:Antagonverse Canon
Category:Levels
Category:Unconfirmed Levels
Category:Class 2
Category:Cluster I