So I don’t know if you have heard of the “backrooms”, but it’s been fascinating to me the last several days.  The idea: Sometimes, at unexpected times and places, people will no-clip through reality, and land … somewhere else. That “somewhere else” is a kind of liminal space, usually (but not exclusively) consisting of endless hallways and rooms, assembled nonsensically, covered in yellow wallpaper and lit by fluorescent lights.  These rooms go on for miles it seems. Sometimes, there will appear to be artifacts or other structures, with no obvious way they could have arrived there. Sometimes, you’ll hear something…