White light... then shelves. Endless shelves.
My head swims. One minute, I'm reaching for that strange 'Library Rules' paper back in Level 11, the next... this.
It feels so different from the Frontrooms Life. Feels like a lifetime ago, fiddling with those weirdcore sites, dreaming of places just like this, never truly believing... Now? Now reality is stranger than any urban legend I chased back home.
This place... it's vast, silent except for a hum I can almost feel. Not like the hostile buzz of Level 0, more like... waiting. Holding its breath.
All those levels, the running, the fear, losing people... and now I land in a library? An infinite one, if the scale is anything to go by. Confusion wars with a weird sense of... anticipation? Maybe even belonging?
Okay. Breathe. I survived the trip here. Time to figure out where 'here' actually is. A library... maybe there are answers on these shelves. Maybe.