Level 3.8: "Snowstorm Chaos"

Level 3.8: *`"Snowstorm Chaos"`*

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NOTE 2: BOLD HEADINGS ARE THE MAIN STUFF, REGULAR HEADINGS ARE THE COMPONENTS OF THE MAIN STUFF.
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**Survival Difficulty: Class *Deadzone***
**» `Numerous Hazards`**
**» `Strictly Uninhabitable`**
**» `Presence of Lethal Entities and Low Visibility`**
**Level 3.8** is a sub-level between Level 3 and Level 4 in the Megarooms and is described to be the more extreme version of Level 3.

## `**Description**`

Level 3.8 is a snowy mountain range with extremely low visibility and dangerous properties. It contains 3 main natural wonders which is:

* Mount Tauleste
* Lake Karbont
* Mount Pluelarv

The sheer amount of danger here is the reason why you do not want to visit this level.
## `**Overall Appearance and Surroundings**`

This level has a temperature of -19.8 degrees Celsius. The terrain here is uneven, and this mountain range also got it's own name, The Phogi Mountains. The poisonous trees from its parent level, Level 3 somehow still exists and is very much alive. Furthermore, it is also more poisonous. This tree also has an official name, called "Poysinus Tree". The 95% accurate number of trees distributed here is about 16 000 000 trees per 320 km² of land. That's about 1 tree per 2 m² of land.
This level also has an exclusive entity like its parent level. Their name is "The Mountainkeeper". They are approximately 9 meters tall, seen with extremely long arms and legs. Their eyes appear to drip blood and they can move at a really fast pace, 80 km/h when provoked. You better hope you don't provoke them, their strongest attack can kill 18 humans at once. If you do provoke them even the slightest, *The Greyrooms* will start to appear.

## `The Greyrooms`

The Greyrooms is literally like it's name, with the walls being grey. It has a volume of 3 m³. The walls are made out of the insanely strong material from Level 1.57079633, although less glitchier. Staying here for a prolonged amountof time, approximately 2 weeks will still cause problems about yourself. All of The Greyrooms will disappear once you leave. The Mountainkeeper cannot get inside once you enter. Depending on the very slight but still noticeable tint of color, they can be sorted from least to most dangerous and rarity.

* Blue: Congratulations! You will enter Level 3.2 as soon as you walk in! 1% chance of spawning.

* Purple: You will get more loot, 3X as much. 5% chance of spawning.

* Green: You will get 1.5X more loot plus The Mountainkeeper is more likely to leave. 7.2% chance of spawning.

* Gray: Literally the most normal room, normal loot, normal chance for The Mountainkeeper to leave. 70% chance of spawning.

* Pink: You will be teleported into a Class 3 level. 3% chance of spawning.

* Yellow: You will get 0.5X less loot plus The Mountainkeeper is less likely to leave. 3% chance of spawning.

* Orange: Direct entrance to Level 5. 5% chance of spawning.

* Red: Entrance to Level ABSOLUTE REDNESS. Would not recommend. 5.2% chance of spawning.

* Black: You can paint any color on the walls of this type of Grayrooms. Different combinations lead to different level. Basically a level discovery hub. Do not leave the walls unpainted, you don't want to know what happens next... 0.6% chance of spawning.

Trying to paint the walls of other colors would send you to Level PUN1SHM3N7.

## `The "Out of place" Trees`

There is a kind of tree here that will guarantee a way out. This species of tree is called "Chusayphty Tree". You can make the wood softer by giving warmth to the wood. You can also eat this tree if it's soft enough. Just blast it with a flamethrower for 5 minutes before eating, you would be in pain if it doesn't digest in time before the wood hardens. It heals wounds 3X quicker than normal and gives you a 25% boost in speed, strength and stamina. To escape this level, do these steps correctly and precisely. The tree will not tolerate any other methods. 1/10000 chance of spawning per 320 km³ (this tree can spawn mid-air so good luck).

1. Blast the tree with a flamethrower for 20 seconds. It won't catch fire as this kind of tree is heat resistant. Once the 20 seconds is up, you can cut down the tree.
2. Cut down the tree. Then heat it up for one minute, bend the wood to form an oval. Continuously apply heat to keep its shape afterwards.
3. Heat it up again for 10 minutes. It will be soft enough to sew through.
4. Sew threads inside the tree frame. Then, light the threads of fire.
5. Jump into the frame. You've escaped.

## `**Natural Wonders**`

This level contains 3 natural wonders: a mountain, a lake and a volcano. They will be introduced shortly.

## `Mount Tauleste`

Mount Tauleste is the tallest mountain in this mountain range.   It is 9242 meters tall at its peak, but you can still breathe on top. This is because this level has a strange property about the atmosphere. No matter how high you go, you can still breathe. DO NOT AND I MEAN DO NOT EVER GET ABOVE THE ALTITTUDE OF 64000 M, YOU WILL ENTER LEVEL -√3.8/3. The climb will have quite a lot of dangerous entities and poisonous trees so you must be a professional if you even hope to get to the top. At its highest level, the temperature can reach -52 degrees Celsius, so please bring at least some materials to make a campfire. That's all that has been documented about the mountain.

## `Lake Karbont`

Lake Karbont is a 350 m in diameter lake.    The water is made out of literal liquid carbon dioxide which does not exist under normal conditions. There is also LSD inside the water. The water has evaporated slightly, so do not inhale the vapor or you will be like: "MY HEART'S BEATING SEASONS, IM POOPING OUT OF BOTH ENDS...". The temperature here is a literal -34 degrees Celsius. Also due to the carbon dioxide, you cannot generate a fire here, and generating a fire would deplete the oxygen and asphyxiate you, so only bring at least an oxygen bottle. If you drink the water, you will experience a heavy LSD effect and then turn into carbon dioxide gas or rarely, carbon dust. Don't ask how we know this information.

## `Mount Pluelarv`

Mount Pluelarv is a volcano.     Not just any volcano, its a very special one. Its lava is purple. The lava temperature reaches 3000 degrees Celsius, so if you need heat, THIS IS A VERY STUPID PLACE TO VISIT. The average temperature here stands at 60.11 degrees Celsius. Water will condense in your lungs and drown you from the inside. You can only stay at the top of the volcano for 10 minutes without special equipment. Also, this temperature is the perfect one to make cooked lunch, since the level actually bends the average temperature food needs to be cooked. Enjoy your food and the view.
## `**Logs**`

Rainbowia/Thelaea was the first and only person to have made a log. The log goes as follows:

Mountain Traverse Log - Day 1:

As the sun rose, casting a warm golden glow over the snow-capped peaks, I began my journey across the vast expanse of the snowy mountain range. The crisp mountain air bit at my cheeks, and each step was met with the satisfying crunch of fresh snow beneath my boots. The landscape unfolded before me like a pristine canvas, with jagged peaks reaching towards the clear blue sky.

The initial ascent proved challenging, with the snow deepening as I gained altitude. The trail, marked only by sporadic footprints of previous adventurers, hinted at the solitude of this remote wilderness. My backpack, laden with essentials, felt like a loyal companion against the backdrop of the vast, silent mountains.

By midday, I reached a high ridge that offered a breathtaking panoramic view. A sea of snowy peaks stretched out in all directions, their grandeur both humbling and invigorating. The weather remained favorable, and I pressed on, eager to explore what lay beyond.

Mountain Traverse Log - Day 2:

As I continued my traverse, the landscape shifted dramatically. The trail led me through dense pine forests, their branches laden with a fresh layer of snow. The silence was profound, interrupted only by the occasional creaking of branches under the weight of the snow.

Navigating the winding path became a delicate dance, as the terrain demanded careful attention. The snow-laden boughs formed natural archways, creating a serene tunnel-like effect. Small woodland creatures left traces of their presence, adding a touch of wildlife to the otherwise untouched winter wonderland.

By nightfall, I set up camp in a sheltered grove, surrounded by the hushed whispers of the mountain. The stars emerged like diamonds against the inky sky, and the quiet solitude of the snowy wilderness enveloped me, promising another day of discovery and adventure.

Mountain Traverse Log - Day 3:

Today brought a challenging ascent, navigating steep slopes and navigating through narrow passes. The weather, however, took an unexpected turn, and clouds rolled in, obscuring the once-clear sky. The world transformed into a monochromatic palette of white and gray, with visibility reduced to a few meters.

Despite the challenges, the snowstorm painted the landscape with a mystical aura, and I pressed on with caution. The wind howled through the mountain passes, creating ethereal patterns in the snow. Navigation became a careful dance, relying on map and compass to stay on course.

As night fell, the storm began to subside, revealing a moonlit landscape that glistened with fresh snow. Fatigue settled in, but the allure of the mountain's mystique fueled my determination. Tomorrow promises a descent into a new valley, and with each step, the snowy mountain range continues to unveil its secrets.

Mountain Traverse Log - Day 4:

As the dawn broke on the fourth day, a chilling realization set in – my supply of provisions was dwindling faster than anticipated. The mountain, unforgiving in its demands, had exhausted my energy and resources. The descent into the valley proved steeper and more treacherous than expected, forcing me to carefully pick my way down the icy slopes.

By midday, ominous clouds gathered once again, signaling another impending storm. The temperature plummeted, and the wind intensified, creating an atmosphere of foreboding. With visibility reduced, navigation became increasingly challenging. I pressed on, driven by a mix of determination and the urgency to find shelter before the storm unleashed its full fury.

The landscape, once enchanting, became a harsh and unforgiving terrain. My footsteps were now accompanied by the eerie groans of shifting ice, and each gust of wind felt like a relentless adversary. Fatigue weighed heavily on me, and the line between perseverance and recklessness blurred.

As the storm closed in, I hastily sought refuge in a rocky alcove, attempting to shield myself from the biting wind and swirling snow. The temperature plummeted to bone-chilling levels, and the snowstorm raged around me. It became apparent that I was ill-prepared for the ferocity of the mountain's winter wrath.

With the elements closing in, I huddled in the alcove, rationing what little supplies remained. The night ahead promises to be a test of resilience, a battle against nature's unforgiving temperament. The only solace lies in the hope that the storm will pass, allowing me to reassess and, hopefully, find a safer route through this icy wilderness. The mountain, indifferent to the struggle, looms overhead, a stark reminder of the unpredictable challenges that nature can unleash upon even the most seasoned adventurer.

Mountain Traverse Log - Day 5:

As the night wore on, the storm's fury showed no signs of abating. The rocky alcove offered minimal protection, and the biting cold seeped through every layer of clothing. Fatigue, both physical and mental, threatened to overwhelm me.

Just when despair seemed to tighten its grip, a miracle unfolded. In the midst of the relentless storm, a distant glow caught my eye. It flickered like a distant star, promising warmth and safety. Summoning the last reserves of energy, I stumbled towards the light, hope rekindling with each laborious step.

To my astonishment, the glow emanated from the windows of a remote mountain cabin nestled against the snow-covered slope. The sight was nothing short of miraculous—a refuge materializing in the heart of the wilderness just when it was needed the most. With trembling hands, I knocked on the door, and a kind soul welcomed me inside.

The cabin, a humble shelter adorned with flickering candlelight, radiated a warmth that transcended the ambient temperature. The generous host, a seasoned mountaineer who had weathered many storms in this unforgiving terrain, provided sustenance and shared tales of survival. It turned out that the cabin, a hidden gem in the mountains, was often used as a refuge for those caught in unexpected tempests.

Resting beside a crackling fire, I marveled at the serendipity of finding this haven amidst the relentless storm. Gratitude flooded my weary heart, and the realization of the fragility of life in the face of nature's power left an indelible mark. Tomorrow, I'll continue my journey with newfound resilience, grateful for the miraculous shelter that turned the tide of this challenging mountain traverse.

Mountain Traverse Log - Day 6:

Renewed by the warmth of the cabin and the generosity of its mysterious caretaker, I resumed my journey at the first light of dawn. The storm had finally relented, leaving behind a pristine blanket of snow that glistened in the early morning sun. Grateful for the unexpected refuge, I descended from the mountain cabin with a heart full of appreciation and determination.

As the trail wound through the silent valleys, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. A subtle unease settled over me, and my senses sharpened as I scanned the surroundings. The snowy landscape seemed to hold its breath, and the air felt charged with an inexplicable energy.

In a small clearing, I caught sight of a figure—indistinct and ethereal—standing amidst the snow-covered pines. The entity, cloaked in a soft glow, emanated an otherworldly presence. Uncertainty gripped me as I cautiously approached, the crunch of snow beneath my boots the only sound in the stillness.

The entity, a being of light and shadow, revealed no recognizable features. Its form shifted, dancing with the play of sunlight filtering through the branches. Without uttering a word, a profound sense of connection and understanding passed between us. It seemed to be a guardian spirit of the mountains, a spectral presence that watched over those who traversed its majestic realm.

In a silent exchange, the entity communicated guidance and reassurance. It gestured toward a hidden path, veering away from the trail I had been following. Trusting in this inexplicable encounter, I ventured onto the new path, guided by an unseen force.

The journey took on a surreal quality as the entity accompanied me, its presence a comforting beacon in the vastness of the snowy wilderness. The surroundings became more magical, with snowflakes dancing in a delicate choreography around us. The path unfolded like a story, revealing hidden wonders and unexpected vistas.

As the day drew to a close, the entity gradually faded away, leaving me at the edge of a breathtaking overlook. The valley below stretched out in a panorama of serene beauty. Gratitude and wonder filled my heart as I watched the sunset, realizing that the mountain range held not only challenges but also mysterious guardians, guiding those who dared to traverse its awe-inspiring terrain. The logbook, now enriched with the tale of an encounter with the unknown, serves as a testament to the profound and magical nature of the snowy mountains.

Mountain Traverse Log - Day 7:

The following day dawned with an air of unease, as if the serene beauty of the mountains had been disrupted by an invisible disturbance. Determined to continue my journey, I set forth into the snow-covered landscape, the events of the previous day lingering in my thoughts like a dream.

As I ventured deeper into the heart of the mountain range, the sense of being watched returned. An eerie stillness enveloped the surroundings, and the once-familiar trail seemed to twist and turn in unexpected ways. The entity, once a benevolent guide, reappeared on the periphery of my vision.

This time, however, its presence felt different—an unsettling energy emanating from the glowing figure. As I quickened my pace, the entity mirrored my movements, its form flickering with an ominous intensity. The playful dance of snowflakes that had accompanied us before now took on a more ominous tone.

With each passing moment, the entity's glow intensified, casting long, distorted shadows across the snowy expanse. Fear gripped me, and I broke into a hurried run, desperate to escape the spectral pursuer. The once-familiar landscape distorted and shifted, disorienting me as I navigated the twisting trails.

As the chase continued, the entity's glow transformed into a pulsating, malevolent light. Its presence seemed to seep into the very fabric of the mountain, distorting reality around me. The air grew colder, and the once-inviting beauty of the snow-covered pines now appeared menacing.

Exhausted and disoriented, I stumbled upon a hidden cave, seeking refuge from the pursuing entity. The cave's icy walls provided a temporary shield from the entity's haunting glow. Huddled in the darkness, I pondered the nature of this mysterious being—once a benevolent guide, now a relentless pursuer.

In the dim light of the cave, I realized that the mountain held secrets far beyond my understanding. The entity, whether a guardian or a harbinger of peril, remained an enigma. With trepidation, I prepared to face whatever lay ahead, determined to unravel the mysteries of the snowy mountain range and confront the unpredictable forces that dwelled within its majestic peaks. The log, now a testament to both wonder and fear, continued to document the unfolding saga of this extraordinary journey.

Mountain Traverse Log - Day 8:

Emerging cautiously from the icy shelter of the cave, I found myself at the edge of a peculiar forest unlike any I had encountered before. The trees, adorned with twisted branches and shimmering leaves, stood tall and foreboding. As I ventured deeper into the woodland, an unsettling revelation struck me—these trees were known for their poisonous nature, their toxic foliage capable of causing harm to any who touched them.

With each step, I treaded carefully, avoiding direct contact with the ominous vegetation. The air seemed thick with an otherworldly energy, and the wind whispered caution through the twisted boughs. The entity, now a distant memory, left an indelible mark on my perception, heightening my senses to the dangers that lurked within this peculiar forest.

As I navigated the labyrinthine trails, the toxic trees seemed to close in, their branches entwined in a dance of shadows. A sense of vulnerability hung in the air, but fortune favored me. Miraculously, I emerged unscathed despite the omnipresent threat of the poisonous flora. It was as though an invisible shield enveloped me, offering protection against the malevolent forces that sought to harm.

The forest, despite its eerie nature, held a strange allure. The poisonous trees cast ethereal shadows on the snow-covered ground, creating a surreal dreamscape. Despite the looming dangers, there was an inexplicable beauty in the twisted forms and iridescent leaves.

Nightfall descended, and the forest came alive with an eerie glow, the poisonous foliage seemingly luminescent in the moonlight. Finding a small clearing, I set up camp, marveling at the strange dichotomy of danger and beauty that surrounded me. The log, now filled with the accounts of mysterious entities and perilous encounters, continued to chronicle the extraordinary odyssey through the enigmatic snowy mountain range.

As I lay beneath the shimmering canopy of the peculiar forest, I pondered the mysteries that unfolded each day. The journey, marked by the pursuit of the ethereal entity and the survival within the toxic woods, had become a testament to the unpredictable wonders and perils that awaited those who dared to traverse the untamed wilderness of the snowy mountains.

Mountain Traverse Log - Day 9:

The following morning brought a harsh reality as I realized that my dwindling supply of provisions had reached a critical low. The peculiar forest, though enchanting, provided no sustenance, and the pressing need for food weighed heavily on my weary frame. The snowy mountain range, while unforgiving, had also proven to be a place of unexpected twists.

As hunger gnawed at my stomach, I pressed on through the frost-laden trails, my focus consumed by the search for sustenance. Miraculously, as if answering an unspoken plea, I stumbled upon a weathered wooden box partially buried in the snow. Skepticism mingled with hope as I cautiously opened the lid, revealing a cache of supplies—non-perishable food, water, and essential gear neatly arranged within.

The discovery was nothing short of a providential gift, and a wave of gratitude washed over me. The origin of the box remained a mystery, but its contents were a lifeline in this remote wilderness. The universe, it seemed, had provided a reprieve in the face of adversity.

Reinvigorated by the unexpected bounty, I took stock of the newfound supplies and carefully repacked my backpack. The generosity of this mysterious cache added a layer of wonder to the already surreal journey through the snowy mountains. The log, now bearing witness to both challenges and moments of grace, chronicled the resilience required to navigate this unpredictable terrain.

As I continued through the frost-kissed landscape, fueled by the replenished provisions, a sense of renewed determination and gratitude propelled me forward. The snowy mountain range, with its twists and turns, had proven to be a testing ground for both physical endurance and mental fortitude. The journey, now enriched by the strange encounters and unforeseen twists of fate, continued to unfold with each step into the heart of the enigmatic wilderness.

Mountain Traverse Log - Day 10:

As the days unfolded, revealing new wonders and challenges, I found myself standing at the edge of an expansive caldera, the heart of an undiscovered volcano within the snowy mountain range. To my astonishment, this volcano was unlike any I had encountered before—the molten lava within emitted a mesmerizing azure glow, casting an ethereal light across the rugged terrain.

The electric blue lava pulsed and danced within the crater, creating an otherworldly spectacle that defied the conventions of nature. The contrast between the frozen landscape surrounding the volcano and the vibrant, flowing azure lava was a sight that transcended imagination. The mysterious allure of the snowy mountains had reached a crescendo, culminating in the discovery of this surreal volcanic phenomenon.

The air around the volcano crackled with energy, and the warmth emanating from the blue lava provided a stark contrast to the icy chill of the mountain air. I marveled at the juxtaposition of elements—the fiery heart of the volcano against the snow-capped peaks, a testament to the diverse forces that shaped this extraordinary landscape.

With a mix of trepidation and fascination, I descended into the crater, carefully navigating the rocky terrain. The azure glow intensified as I approached the lava's edge, casting an enchanting hue on the surroundings. The logbook, now a chronicle of unexpected encounters and miraculous discoveries, recorded the indescribable beauty of this moment.

The volcano with its blue lava became a symbol of resilience and the untamed spirit of nature. As the journey through the snowy mountains continued, I carried with me the memories of the mysterious entity, the toxic forest, the providential supply cache, and now, the awe-inspiring spectacle of the blue lava volcano. Each day brought new revelations, pushing the boundaries of exploration and deepening the connection between the intrepid traveler and the enigmatic mountain range.

Mountain Traverse Log - Day 11:

The journey through the snowy mountain range took an unexpected turn as I stumbled upon a secluded alpine lake nestled within a hidden valley. The surface of the lake shimmered with an ethereal quality, betraying its extraordinary nature. To my astonishment, further investigation revealed that the lake's waters were not composed of the usual liquid, but rather liquid carbon dioxide—a rare and fascinating phenomenon.

The colorless, transparent liquid CO2 created an otherworldly landscape, as if the very essence of the mountain's breath had been captured in this tranquil basin. The surface exhibited mesmerizing ripples, and an eerie calmness pervaded the air around the lake. A sense of wonder and caution intertwined as I marveled at the peculiar nature of this high-altitude reservoir.

The logbook, now filled with tales of blue lava and mysterious entities, expanded to include the enigmatic liquid carbon dioxide lake. A unique feature in the heart of the snowy mountains, this geological rarity added another layer to the narrative of this extraordinary traverse.

The lake, though captivating, demanded respect due to its unusual properties. I observed the carbon dioxide gently bubbling to the surface, creating a hushed symphony that echoed through the valley. Carefully circumventing the lake's edge, I continued my exploration, absorbing the surreal beauty of the snowy mountains and their hidden wonders.

As the day progressed, the journey became a delicate dance between the azure glow of the volcanic crater and the transparent depths of the liquid carbon dioxide lake. Nature's canvas unfolded with each step, revealing a tapestry of elements that defied expectation. With a heart filled with awe, I pressed on, eager to uncover more secrets within the snowy mountain range and document the extraordinary tales etched in the logbook of this intrepid adventure.

Mountain Traverse Log - Day 12:

As the journey through the snowy mountain range progressed, a towering peak emerged on the horizon, reaching a staggering height of around 9000 meters. The sight of this colossal mountain stirred a mix of excitement and hesitation within me. The desire to conquer its summit and gaze upon the world from such heights was undeniable, but a harsh reality set in—I lacked the necessary mountaineering equipment to attempt such a formidable ascent.

The mountain loomed above, its icy slopes and jagged peaks challenging the limits of my current gear. With a heavy heart, I acknowledged that attempting the climb without proper equipment would be reckless and potentially perilous. The safety of the journey and the preservation of life took precedence over the allure of the uncharted summit.

Admiring the majestic peak from a distance, I documented its grandeur in the logbook, acknowledging both the thrill of discovery and the humbling awareness of nature's formidable obstacles. The journey through the snowy mountains, marked by blue lava, liquid carbon dioxide lakes, and mysterious encounters, had reached a moment of introspection.

The decision not to attempt the ascent became a lesson in humility and respect for the unforgiving wilderness. As I continued through the valleys and passes, the 9000-meter mountain remained a distant sentinel, a testament to the untamed majesty of the snowy mountain range. The logbook, now carrying tales of awe and prudence, stood as a testament to the delicate balance between exploration and acknowledging the limitations imposed by the formidable forces of nature. The journey continued, each day revealing new wonders and challenges, all etched into the logbook pages as a testament to the extraordinary odyssey through the heart of the snowy mountains.

Mountain Traverse Log - Day 13:

As I continued my traverse through the snowy mountain range, a stroke of unexpected fortune graced my journey. Nestled in a sheltered alcove, partially obscured by a thin layer of snow, I discovered a cache of mountaineering gear. The sight of ice axes, crampons, and a sturdy climbing harness elicited a rush of excitement and gratitude. It seemed as though the mountain itself had provided the tools needed to overcome its own challenges.

With newfound determination, I equipped myself with the gear, each piece a promise of possibility. The towering 9000-meter peak, once an imposing obstacle, now beckoned with a renewed allure. The ascent, previously deemed impossible without proper equipment, became a tangible ambition.

Under the watchful gaze of the azure-lit volcanic crater and the tranquil liquid carbon dioxide lake, I began the ascent of the colossal mountain. The crisp mountain air filled with the crunch of crampons against the snow, and the rhythmic strike of ice axes echoed through the pristine landscape.

The journey upward was both physically demanding and spiritually invigorating. The snowy mountain range unfolded beneath me as I ascended, revealing a breathtaking panorama of peaks and valleys. The logbook entries transformed from tales of admiration to firsthand accounts of the strenuous yet rewarding climb.

As the summit drew near, the realization of conquering this formidable peak filled me with a profound sense of accomplishment. The 9000-meter mountain, once a distant dream, became a tangible triumph against the elements. The logbook, now bearing witness to the journey's evolution, documented the resilience required to face challenges head-on and the serendipity that often accompanies an intrepid traverse through the heart of nature's wonders.

Mountain Traverse Log - Day 14:

The ascent of the 9000-meter mountain was both a test of physical endurance and a testament to the indomitable spirit that fueled this mountain traverse. The towering peaks, once distant and formidable, now loomed above as I neared the summit. However, the journey upward proved to be no less perilous than the challenges faced in the valleys below.

The final stretch of the climb led me through a dense forest shrouded in an eerie mist. To my dismay, the twisted and poisonous trees, reminiscent of the peculiar woodland encountered earlier, seemed to have established a presence even at these lofty altitudes. With every cautious step, the threat of injury loomed, but the desire to reach the summit pushed me forward.

Despite my careful efforts, a misstep resulted in a painful encounter with the toxic foliage. The venomous touch of the trees left a searing pain in my leg, a harsh reminder of the dangers inherent in this high-altitude forest. The logbook, now marked with tales of providence and peril, bore witness to the injury incurred in the pursuit of conquering the colossal mountain.

Pressing on with grit and determination, the ascent continued. The azure-lit crater and the transparent liquid carbon dioxide lake below were distant memories as the twisted forest gave way to a vast expanse of snow and rock. The summit, a mere breath away, beckoned with the promise of panoramic views and the sweet taste of triumph.

Upon reaching the summit, the pain in my leg momentarily forgotten, the breathtaking vista unfolded. Peaks and valleys stretched out in a majestic tapestry beneath the open sky. The logbook, now filled with the chronicles of the 9000-meter ascent, became a testament to the resilience of both the traveler and the untamed wilderness.

As I stood at the summit, a mixture of exhaustion and elation enveloped me. The journey through the snowy mountain range, with its blue lava, liquid carbon dioxide lakes, mysterious entities, and perilous forests, had culminated in this moment of triumph. With a grateful heart and the memory of the injured leg serving as a reminder of the challenges overcome, I took a final entry in the logbook, capturing the essence of an extraordinary odyssey through the heart of the snowy mountains.

Mountain Traverse Log - Day 15:

As I lingered on the summit, savoring the victory over the towering 9000-meter peak, an unexpected turn of events unfolded. The air around me shimmered with an unusual energy, and a subtle vibration beneath my feet hinted at the mountain's mysteries. Without warning, the very ground on which I stood began to quake, the snow beneath me rippling like waves on a turbulent sea.

In a surreal twist of fate, the mountain itself seemed to respond to my presence. The azure-lit crater, the liquid carbon dioxide lakes, and the perilous forest with its poisonous trees blurred together in a mesmerizing display. The landscape transformed, bending and warping in a way that defied the laws of nature.

In an instant, I found myself propelled into a surreal corridor of time and space. The surroundings became a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes, a journey through dimensions unknown. The logbook, clutched tightly in my hands, served as a tether to reality amid the chaotic spectacle.

As the disorienting journey continued, I sensed a simultaneous departure from the snowy mountain range and an entry into a realm beyond comprehension. The landscape shifted and morphed, and the physical constraints of the mountain traverse seemed to dissolve into a dreamscape of endless possibilities.

Suddenly, as swiftly as it began, the surreal journey came to an abrupt halt. I found myself standing on the outskirts of the snowy mountain range, the familiar chill of the air and the azure glow of the volcanic crater signaling my return to the tangible world. The logbook, now filled with accounts of wonders and challenges, remained a constant, bearing witness to the extraordinary escape from the mountain's embrace.

The details of the escape remained shrouded in mystery, and the surreal experience defied explanation. With a sense of bewilderment and awe, I reflected on the journey that had taken me through blue lava, liquid carbon dioxide lakes, and poisonous forests, culminating in a triumphant ascent and an escape that transcended the boundaries of ordinary reality.

As I descended from the mountain, the logbook clutched close, I carried with me the indelible memories of an adventure that blurred the lines between the known and the unknown. The snowy mountain range, with its secrets and surprises, had become a realm of both challenge and marvel, a testament to the enduring spirit of exploration and the mysteries that nature, in all its majesty, continues to unfold.

## `**Bases and Outposts**`

The very dangerous terrain and the presence of the entity makes it impossible and unfeasible to build a base here.

## `**Entities**`

This level has many hostile entities, such as:

* Skin-stealers
* Hounds
* Wretches
* Smilers
* Partygoers
* Skin-givers
* Entity 66
* The Mountainkeeper (Exclusive)
* The Rustling Shadows
* The Time Distorters
* The Lurking Silence
* The Static Stalker
* The Forgotten One

## `**Entrances and Exits**`

This level has a variety of exits but only one known entrance.

## `Entrances`

The only known entrance here is to discover a path that leads to a mountain in Level 3.

## `Exits`

* Assuming you read the wiki, provoke The Mountainkeeper and go into all of the possible entrances.
* Pouring a gallon of liquid carbon dioxide into the lava will trigger an eruption, sending you to Level 4.96811878507.

## `**Credits**`

Rainbowia/Thelaea: Did Description, Overall Appearance and Surroundings, Natural Wonders, Bases and Outposts, Entities and Entrances and Exits sections.

ChatGPT: Did the Logs section.

Creator of Level 399.1 (Backrooms) for the background and text and all of the other visual effects.

Finally, I've escaped this mountain after a 15-day journey.

...

Where the hell is this?