Since watching Backrooms my wife had become scared of the minimalist decor she'd insisted on
"P-please. Can you display some of your stuff?"
"My stuff?", I replied with smug detachment, "Oh, you must mean my impressive collection of gunpla, anime figma, and warhammer figures"
I don't think any scene of a movie ever captured the feeling of modernity colliding with the romanticism of the youthful human soul like this one. "Can't be done, nothing ever happens, nothing you can do" has been the mantra most of us were raised on.
A lot of things about old dungeons and dragons that people today often fund puzzling, like encumbrance rules and all the randomly lethal traps, make a lot more sense when you recall that the original assumption was that the players were accompanied by NPC subordinates/fodder.
Imagine there is an entry way into the backrooms through the catacombs and the entrance is a blank wall in a wall of skulls.
And inside are walls made of skull and bone but none of it looks correct. Too many teeth, no eyesockets too femurs with two many heads.