Backrooms Decrypted: The Gift Plane (Enigmatic Level)

The Gift Plane - The Backrooms - Enigmatic Level. It has a CLASS 4 survival difficulty rating. It has a MEDIUM ENTITY COUNT and is UNSAFE and UNSECURE. The Gift Plane is a European-style town that looks to be in the midst of Xmas or the winter period in general. The temperature is extremely low, and snow is constantly falling, sometimes totally covering off sections. The gift plane is always dark, and most buildings are filled with conventional furniture and Christmas decorations, with the exception of the infrequent sleeping bag left by deserted populations. 🌪☁🌫😩👤🌫☁🌪

• You need a break now and then. A getaway, an opportunity to simply disconnect from the world and find solace from the monotony of daily life. The Backrooms appears to be the ideal refuge for those who are tired of our world and becoming entangled in the web of its people's lives. However, where do you go in the backrooms when you feel the need to escape? Level 5 is, of course, a delightful infinite hotel with furnishings that are nothing short of cozy. If, of course, you don't mind dealing with the occasional growler or cuttlefish-headed eldritch abomination trying to con you into a deadly deal, Trish, the soldier who had inadvertently become trapped in the backrooms during a routine mission, was now ambling through the elaborate halls of the Level 5 hotel and taking in the view.
• Given that she has recently divided her time between Level 4, the abandoned office, and the toe-curling terror of the flooded basement, a change of scenery at this posh, if slightly antique, hotel would be welcome. She hadn't even run into any monsters yet. Of course, she was aware by this point that the backrooms were a dangerous location where anything could occur. Before she could gain a firmer grasp on her situation, she would need to remain vigilant and view everything with suspicion. It was touching a supposedly glitched chair on Level 4 that had put her life in danger the previous time. Who knows what other terrifying entities might be hiding out here or which objects are just cursed?
• It was impossible to predict what seemingly harmless item would endanger her next. She was surrounded by numerous potential fatalities. When the comforting scent of real pine freshness first entered her nostrils, her defenses were slightly lowered. Could it be true? She could smell what she could swear was a real pine tree, just like they had back home. And when she turned a corner into a new section of the opulent hotel hallway, she saw that she had been right. In the hall, a beautiful, fresh pine tree was hung, wreathed with red and green tinsel and adorned with a plethora of shiny, ceramic baubles. A Christmas tree, just like the one that graced her family's living room every December throughout her childhood.
• There was even a little angel on top. Forgetting that this nostalgic comfort item had just as much potential to be dangerous as anything else here, Trish decided to get a closer look. After spending her time in an endless office with filthy sewer water, the smell of the pine needles was like heaven come to life. She even felt cold radiating off of the tree, like a sharp December morning. It brought back so many tender memories. Snowball fights with her school friends while opening presents and enjoying her mom's delicious roast ham, made especially for Christmas. The closer she got to the tree, the more apparent it became that it seemed to be dusted in snowflakes. Was this artificial snow? No.
• She could see it melting in real time. How was this possible on the inside of a hallway with no windows? But she didn't have too much time to ponder that thought. The second she brushed up against one of the pines, she blipped out of existence again. It only took about a fraction of a fraction of a second, less time than it even took to blink. But by the time Trish opened her eyes again, she was somewhere new. It looked as though she was in a town or city now, perhaps somewhere in Eastern Europe from the look of the architecture. The leftovers of Soviet brutalism: huge, desolate-looking apartment blocks Eternal winter. Trish immediately saw that the sky above her was dark and bereft of stars.
• The cold bit into the skin of her exposed arms and enveloped her. She didn't know where she was, but the first order of business was simple. Find a coat. Of course, we know where she is. Trish made the unfortunate mistake of getting herself trapped inside another enigmatic level of the backrooms. Trish, welcome to The Gift Plane. We hope it gets you in the Christmas spirit, because it may be your last chance to feel it. Trish made her way to the nearest building, one of those large apartment blocks. No lights were on inside, causing her to wonder just how late it was. Had she been teleported back to Earth, or was this just another trap? Either way, the howling, frosty winds were making her skin go numb.
• She needed to get inside, no matter what, or she was going to get frostbite. Considering she had originally been no clipped into the backrooms from Afghanistan, it went without saying that she wasn't dressed for Arctic Circle weather. She banged on the front door and called for assistance. No answer. Surely, even if it were nighttime, the attendants in the lobby would still be awake. She banged harder and yelled louder, but still, nothing. Surely somebody in here had to be awake, right? But that didn't seem to be the case. Instead of beating this dead horse any longer, she found her way to the nearest window. On the other side was a plainly furnished room, sitting in the dark. No signs of human habitation within.
• She moved to the next window and found it in a similar state. It was as though the entire population had just left, leaving this place a ghost town overnight. Trying her best to regulate her breathing and fight off the cold, Trish kept moving, walking through the darkened streets. She knew that if she didn't keep moving and keep her blood circulating, the cold would get even worse. She knew that there must have been someone, somewhere, out in this place who could help her. Of course, poor Trish had no idea what she had actually gotten herself into. But, when it comes to the backrooms, the only thing you can count on is the unexpected. She lost track of time as she meandered through the streets.
• Hours could have passed, and she never would have known. Still, as time passed, the dawn never came, nor did any light from the buildings. How could so much of this place have been abandoned so quickly? She started seeing cars in the road—not parked neatly along the sides of it, just left haphazardly in the middle with no drivers to speak of. With each one she passed, she took a peek in through the window, hoping to see some kind of clue, some indication as to what happened here. But she never did. However, in one abandoned car, she found something even better. A discarded coat. That was more than worth a little property damage to obtain.
• She kicked in the back window with one of her sturdy military boots and reached inside to retrieve the heavy winter coat. Lucky for her, it was just about her size. And while it didn't shut out the ever-present cold entirely, it certainly took the edge off, and for that she was tremendously grateful. It was exactly what she needed to forge onward and keep searching. Eventually, she found her way out of the darkened, empty town—a place that she would never know is referred to by the Major Explorers Group as Base Festivity. Soon enough, she was lured away by a bright spot of distant light on the horizon. Perhaps, whatever it was, she will be able to find someone who at least has some idea of what is going on here.
• That was the one vain hope she allowed herself to cling onto. The possibly futile dream that drew her to the place known as The Holiday Really, it was a miracle she ever saw the lights, because the closer she got, the more enveloped she became in the seemingly endless flurry of snow battering down from above. When she finally reached The Holiday, a path was illuminated by the Christmas lights still hanging in the streets, bathing the white ground in hues of red and green. Whenever this place was, it was a real big fan of Christmas, as Trish couldn't move ten feet without seeing new decorations on the snow-caked sidewalks or hanging from buildings. Every door had a wreath, and every window had lights.
• But still, there was nobody to be seen out here. The glow of the Christmas lights almost served to accentuate the darkness that seemed to pervade in the stores and apartment buildings that made up Holiday Main Street. And the further into the country Trish traveled, the higher the level of snow began to rise. It had fallen so suddenly that it seemed like half the town had been consumed, with many buildings half-buried in the unforgiving tundra. Trish was horrified to see that in some areas, what looked like human bodies were forever sealed into the snow. And even more strangely and disturbingly, some of these human bodies had smooth, featureless heads with no faces.
• There were large signs and billboards she began to notice around the area with increasing frequency, too, as she traveled deeper. They featured slogans like "All Glory To The Great Gift," "The Great Gift Gives Us Life and Light," and "Have You Accepted The Great Gift?" Many of these posters and signs also featured images of a plain white box, like a Christmas present drained of all color and personality. Whatever this great gift was, Trish had no interest in accepting it if it was behind whatever had happened to this place. All she was interested in doing was getting out alive, as her cheeks began to sting from the cold air and she started losing the ability to feel her lips.
• Still, the snow fell, unconcerned. If she stopped moving, she would be buried in the hard-packed snow beneath her soon enough. That's when she saw what she thought was impossible. Movement in the distance. Was that another person out there? Maybe she wasn't as alone here as she thought, and that was a hope she was more than happy to seize on. Seeing the movement persist in the distance, she decided to sprint towards it.