Persistent Anomaly

Day 12,
Okay, so I've found something interesting.
I was exploring for anything that could lead to Level 1, but none were successful. Prior to that, I was stumbling around 27, so I figured it'd be sensibly alright to just maneuver back to the yellow halls to get to my group. However, there's something that I'd like to tell. Level 0 is 600 million kilometers wide, right? Well, I might've won the equivalent of a Powerball lottery - probably even luckier than that. It was normal at first, though; twists and turns, left and right, this and that. But, I vividly remember a right turn that let me to a black void. A bit counterintuitive, I know, but I thought to myself: "Did I stumble upon the end of a supposedly endless place?"
Curious, I naturally had to check what's up. Nobody has ever encountered this, I thought. So, I tore down some wallpaper with a Swiss knife from my crowded backpack, crumbled it like a piece of paper, and threw it out to the vantablackness. And, what did I see? For a couple of seconds, nothing happened unfortunately, but as I took a photo of the mystique from my phone, a yellow line that stretch through the void promptly appeared.
I was a bit confused, given that voids obviously don't have anything. I eventually came up with a conclusion, maybe? Was it a giant hole - a borehole for its size compared to Level 0; or an unrendered area, which is likely to be the most plausible; but, does it mean we currently live in a twilight place?
Description.
A recent, widespread phenomenon in which certain areas of a level disappear completely has been affecting every level of the Backrooms. These missing areas take the shape of squares, rectangles, or conjoined 4-sided polygons, appearing arbitrarily without a discernible pattern. For example, a house in Level 9 or a skyscraper in Level 1 may be cut in half along with furniture that lie on the intersection, exposing its insides; while entire mountain ranges in Level 199 appear to have a section "blanked out," perfectly cut to the point that the edges are perpendicular with little to no bumps. Their sizes are usually gargantuan at miles in breadth, and they seem to extend infinitely vertically.
Much of their presence have only been detected as of recent, though similar cases have sprout up since perhaps prehistory. In every logographic languages found in the Backrooms, such as Egyptian hieroglyphics and traditional Chinese, a black square (■) is used to symbolize these spaces. The symbol appears mostly in ancient texts, although it has gotten out of fashion within their modern counterparts due to the phenomenon being scarce before early February 2015. From the vague descriptions given to them in the past, these spaces were thought to be simply missing and therefore revealing a section of the Void and in rare cases the Full. However, even though most may find these spaces to be merely missing spaces, portions of objects that extend into them are essentially erased, akin to laser cutters or CNC (Computer Numerical Control) milling machines. It is not known whether these spaces could theoretically exist within the Void. The conventional theory suggests that these spaces are "negative" since any matter that would be present in the space are subtracted. Where they go remains unknown, and any energy transferred through are also terminated. Due to this, it is commonly referred to as "terminating" or "negative" spaces.
Coupled with the impossibility of proving it otherwise and including the recent Flicker event, interest in Backrooms exploration have plummeted. As such, new discoveries has stagnated, with a level of dormancy within the Backrooms that has not been seen since the Great Depression. Desperate attempts to reverse the effects of the phenomenon have been unfruitful, with most attempting to somehow introduce "volume" by emptying objects from the Full and launching them into the negative space. The effect seems to be permanent and no amount of energy or matter could be used to do such task. Plans to construct particle accelerators around these terminating spaces have been made, though none have gone pass into the construction process.
Additionally, entities seem to occasionally wander around these spaces nonchalantly due to their curiosity, regardless of their intelligence. In highly populated areas such as Level 5 and Level 8, dismembered corpses as well as chunks of bones and rarely viscera — presumably left by scavengers — are often found littered throughout the surrounding areas of which the terminating space is in. While such scene would discourage anyone to approach, heaps of dead entities stacked upon each other against these spaces are not uncommon, signifying that entities are unaware of the potential danger in approaching. Instead, these corpses act more like harbingers than superficial warnings. The anomaly only affects organisms that originate from the Backrooms, however, and animals that are usually curious such cats and dogs seem to be indifferent toward approaching them and oftentimes avoiding them altogether. Not to mention, despite the biology of the entity, the positions, amount, and/or types of organs would be identical to the species of flora or fauna in which they bear the most resemblance to. Hounds would have a biological structure akin to canines, with red blood instead of brown or black. Meanwhile, humanoid entities like Facelings, Stalkers, and strangely Marauders would display a biological makeup akin to humans.
Added note, 07/13/2016: This article, the official Database account for the anomaly, is strangely insusceptible from the effects of Anomalous Styling including manual attempts to add styling/CSS (Cascading Style Sheets). 
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Addendum.
Liminality or Las Vegas.
Everybody says when the clock strikes midnight the core of the universe would crush itself to a single point and all the force and whatnot gets trapped until it is unleashed. The particles in the air bumps into one another and eventually the protons are split. But to the cosmic leviathan it is like the extra cent added onto the loss from the slot machine. A discarded red blood cell. Its concretion too dense and solid to be carved away by a thousand gamma rays, full of the beautiful dead and the ugly living, and nothing can tip its foundation of weightless metal, immune to the muddiest mud and the sandiest of dunes.
The concept of nothing has never been a concept nor abstract; it is a fact. One can have a silver spoon on their palms, and one can have nothing. And nothing can corrode away the presence of the leviathan. But one can go beyond — or in this case — below nothing. One can borrow a silver spoon and lose it, and they have less than nothing, though only within the subconscious. Without such context, they have nothing. Negatives are concepts; they are abstract. Until now. The abstraction of these terminating spaces, gated by an iron curtain until the Potsdamers, hidden under wooden floorboards, seeped into the pores of the very concrete that is the leviathan and protects the leviathan itself. It lives as a parasitic tumor and consuming anything that winds its path. Cities losing skyscrapers, colonies losing their gold, gods losing their limbs and swords, the land or leviathan of fear finally fearful of the threat of an inevitable strangling.
When I woke up today I read the news: Wandermere, Lancashire now instead with four thousand people now had four thousand holes. Now we know how many holes it takes to fill the frigate, blipvert halls. It turned something on, that now it was no more than international politics on the New York Times. An ordinary day where the biggest news is a minor pipe leakage is an incentive. Oh boy, does my bone marrow sting. I like to think that they are mere coincidences. One little thing too much, and that is all that made the difference between a giant whimpering end or many insignificant and inconspicuous little screams of murder. Dyscrasias. That is what they are, are they? Liminality were merely made up by blithering idiots who think they know what this place is. And eventually the chances of living started getting slimmer and slimmer, and their precious little infinite homes became finite. Every story ends the same way: The house will always win.
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THE ANOMALY
Author and Wikitext-er: SherlsF
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