Inspired by the Backrooms!
Levels and levels of perpetual confusion…
No one knows how to arrive as they please
No one knows how to leave
No one knows how to make known their pleas
No one knows how to be free.
The BackFlight, is an exception.
But no one even knows they exist…
For ages, they’ve lived, hidden, in their own pocket of time and space, in the rooms and levels more modern than that of their origin. The first BackFlight was so, confused. So scared so lost. Then, they became more! False deities, living amongst the layers, their monstrous neighbors nothing in comparison.
Now, their flight is dying out… the founders have passed, the flight is dwindling, and they need to make a small dent in reality. They need new dragons in this twisted messed up world. There was only one sure way to get them, outside of reproduction.
The flight is, not above kidnapping.
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Each dragon has been popped into level 0. Where they were before? Who cares! Why are they here? Not even they know. Where even are they? Not even the 11 know. All they know is, they fell through Sornieth. Now they’re here, in random parts, all separate unless they find each other. There are weird lights in the ceiling, so futuristic to them…
Levels and levels of perpetual confusion…
No one knows how to arrive as they please
No one knows how to leave
No one knows how to make known their pleas
No one knows how to be free.
The BackFlight, is an exception.
But no one even knows they exist…
For ages, they’ve lived, hidden, in their own pocket of time and space, in the rooms and levels more modern than that of their origin. The first BackFlight was so, confused. So scared so lost. Then, they became more! False deities, living amongst the layers, their monstrous neighbors nothing in comparison.
Now, their flight is dying out… the founders have passed, the flight is dwindling, and they need to make a small dent in reality. They need new dragons in this twisted messed up world. There was only one sure way to get them, outside of reproduction.
The flight is, not above kidnapping.
_______________________________
Each dragon has been popped into level 0. Where they were before? Who cares! Why are they here? Not even they know. Where even are they? Not even the 11 know. All they know is, they fell through Sornieth. Now they’re here, in random parts, all separate unless they find each other. There are weird lights in the ceiling, so futuristic to them…
