Level 277 - "Home of Nostalgia"
I don't have time for putting a "survival difficulty". Take my words, it's safe.
A variation of this place, a brazillian favela.
One day, i realized i was actually a story. An imagination character. I got unconfortable with that, i wanted to exist, y know.
So i tried manifesting myself into reality. Didn't go very well, looks like i made the exact opposite. I kind of existed into non-existance.
I got into a weird yellow room with a wet carpet, but only for some seconds, nothing special i tought. after that i fell trough the floor and got into a rural brazillian neighborhood. Seems familiar, tought to myself.
There was no one there, however. But i could still hear crickets and see fireflies, somehow. Houses had candles that look like they were lit up by someone, but nobody is there. It was always night.
One day i decided to sleep somewhere around this place but i woke up somewhere else. Another place with houses but... it wasn't rural. I realized it was a brazillian favela. I was very confused about why i got sent here, but then i heard something. A human being, after years. I observed them wander around, and then they eventually sat down to rest. He was feeling nostalgic as i could see. I was confused about why is there another person here, and why is there another place.
I've been in this place for so long that i'm a part of the level now. Kind of an "entity" you'd say. Then i discovered how this place works, and what it wants people to feel.
There's other "variations of this place" but i'm unfamiliar with them. They're not from where i came from. It appears the place varies from person to person. I've been here for so long i'm now able to sneak trough other versions of this place. Sometimes even see their "owner" there. I only see 1 per version since that's how it works. Everyone has their own nostalgic place for themselves. American snowy neighborhoods, house interiors, cities, the possibilities are infinite. Even i have my place, a brazillian rainforest.
I never appear to people, that might scare them and they would tell others about how dangerous this place is. I want this place to be somewhere you can rest in and then continue your journey around these gruesome, surrealistic worlds. Take what i say with a big fat grain of salt, i understand you. I heard people talk to themselves here about the world you have to deal with.
About me, nobody has seen me yet. If you somehow manage to enter in contact with me, call me by my original name.
Boto-Cor-De-Rosa, or Inia Geoffrensis if you wanna be the smart guy. I'm in my human form most of the time so i don't see a reason for you to call me smart names.
Come visit sometime, this place is your home, comrade, literally.
Sidenote from the B.I.T: You can enter here by Level 18, by feeling nostalgic, or by Level 233, if you sleep under a tree. Exit by finding a wooden door placed randomly trough the Level.