Ive seen a lot of people making art for the backrooms as a constant throughout humanities past, but what about our future?
Imagine a race of creatures so diffrent from humans that they breath a completely diffrent kind of atmosphere comes across a human ship floating in space, dead and abandoned. They enter and search, but they can't even find the corpses of the crew. Then, one of them trips and falls through the wall of the ship, suddenly transported to the backrooms. They try to scan it, to figure out how big the space is, but the map never stops filling in.
Or a race of aliens finding earth, long abandoned, returned to her wild nature. The only traces of humanity left are the spent nuclear fuel buried underground. And then, while exploring the vast jungles, they find a wall. Its covered in vines, its the only standing reminder that a race of people lived here. Of course they touch it, of course they fall through.
What kind of fucked up impressions of humanity would these aliens have? Their only way to truly study this culture is a liminal space permanently trapped in the gaps between reality, something that hurts to think about or even look at.
Would they think we were gods capable of shaping reality, or demons deserving of an elaborate cage.
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