J.O.N.A.H.
My descent into these hells, or my ascent? Or my side step? Or...
Am I losing my mind? The structure of the Backrooms seems to have been built from scratch. Elevators that go up and down. Machines that react on their own, doors, metallic noises, hints of energy, lights. What are these Backrooms really? I could delight in believing in a superior logic, in a concrete observation of a shaped environment but... Isn't that the whole deceitfulness of this place?
If I take any information for granted, I believe that... I would definitely be lost.
I come to wonder if the others existed. If I myself existed? Am I a human consciousness in a human body? Am I a pawn such as robots, walls, doors and lights are to give life to an oh-so-plural environment? Do my grades have an impact on my own development? My own feelings or, on the contrary, are they no longer even intended for me? Were they even?
What is the purpose of this? What is the purpose of such an experiment? If I come back to basics, why do Backrooms exist? Why, even if the known universe is only a lie, would the Backrooms be real?
Am I already dead?
Internal Structure
