"If you're not careful and you noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately 600 million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in"
CHAPTER:1 Atlas never quite blended in with the crowd. His brown hair always seemed a bit tousled, as if he had just rolled out of bed. His skin carried a pale tone, touched by hints of brown from long afternoons spent outdoors. Lately, though, he was not alone. By his side was Jack, a boy with messy blond hair that always looked windswept and sharp grey eyes that seemed to notice everything. Jack’s presence was a bright contrast to Atlas’s quiet intensity. His easy humor and restless energy filled the spaces where Atlas left silence. What made Atlas truly stand out were the Kandi bracelets stacked up his arm. The bright, colorful beads spelled out cryptic words and inside jokes that only he, and now Jack, understood. They clacked together softly as he moved, a constant reminder of the world he belonged to. It all felt more vibrant, especially with Jack beside him. On the day his story began, Atlas found himself standing before a featureless yellow wall. The faint hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. He had no idea how he had gotten there, but Jack was with him, glancing around with a mix of curiosity and excitement. The scent of old carpet and the endless maze stretching before them made it clear they were not in any ordinary place. Atlas adjusted the bracelets on his wrist and took a deep breath. Jack nudged him and gave a reassuring grin. Together, they stepped into the unknown, determined to find a way out or at least understand where they had ended up.
