"If you're not careful enough and you fall into an dream in the wrong place of time, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the smell of fresh dry stinging chlorine, the pure serenity of poly-lavender, the infinite foreground noise of the tides of the two oppositional vertical oceans at minimum speeds of wind, and approximately six hundred million square miles of perfectly segmented lushfull floating islands to be trapped on
Someone save you if you see something levitating around nearby, because it sure as heaven has seen you"
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