Nyan_PlacesThatDontExist_PlacesThatDontExist= Places That Don't Exist
Nyan_PlacesThatDontExist= Tart's Birthday 2026

Nyan_Places_A= Appalachia
Nyan_Places_B= Boudoir
Nyan_Places_C= Cave
Nyan_Places_D= Downpour
Nyan_Places_E= Empty Space
Nyan_Places_F= Fishes
Nyan_Places_G= Grotto
Nyan_Places_H= Hearing Room
Nyan_Places_I= Incubator
Nyan_Places_Place= A Place That Does Not Exist

Nyan_Places_Note=
If a lever stops producing sound, leaving this place, then returning will fix it.


Nyan_Places_D1_1=
Sunday

Nyan_Places_D1_2=
Monday

Nyan_Places_D1_3=
Tuesday

Nyan_Places_D1_4=
Wednesday

Nyan_Places_D1_5=
Thursday

Nyan_Places_D1_6=
Friday

Nyan_Places_D2_1=
Red

Nyan_Places_D2_2=
Orange

Nyan_Places_D2_3=
Yellow

Nyan_Places_D2_4=
Green

Nyan_Places_D2_5=
Blue

Nyan_Places_D2_6=
Indigo

Nyan_Places_D3_1=
Do

Nyan_Places_D3_2=
Re

Nyan_Places_D3_3=
Mi

Nyan_Places_D3_4=
Fa

Nyan_Places_D3_5=
So

Nyan_Places_D3_6=
La


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The vignettes you are about to experience are {#17178b}Places That Don’t Exist{#}. Therefore, there is no logical reason to feel any emotional connection to any of them. If you begin feeling an emotional connection in any form or severity,{#7d4848} please close out of the experience immediately.


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For someone who talks a lot about mountains, I’ve only ever actually been on a mountain once.
Well, it was twice, but the same mountain years apart.
I really wanted to enjoy the experience, at least the second time when I was older, but I found it really difficult.
The first time I didn’t enjoy it because I was lazy, the second time…
Well there was just a lot of bugs, which I am not very found of.
Despite that, I think the view at the top was worth it both times.
You can’t get that through any screen.

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People say it’s lonely at the top.
I would consider myself in a very good place in my life for my age.
I don’t feel very lonely.
Though, I guess the top is relative to my perspective.
And if I want to argue that, the top is very visibly much farther away.
When my grandfather died, he was surrounded by so many people it filled a room.
That’s the top for me.
So many people loved and respected that man, as did I.
He had a very rough last few years, but regardless of condition, there really isn’t a much better way to go out than that.

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I find my head in the clouds very often.
I’m always dreaming of somewhere else.
The other night, I was thinking about the house my grandparents used to live in.
I was very tired, and have a tendency to over dramatize things, but it really felt like all these meaningful memories were flashing before my eyes.
I really miss that place, more than anything else in the world.
I always talk about buying it back one day, but I know it wouldn’t really mean anything.
That house is a shell of the home it offered to me and my cousins.
You never really know how good something is until it’s gone.
I’m getting emotional just thinking about it now.

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When I was younger, I used to watch TV with my mom in her bed.
I remember one time, while watching a kids show, there was a scary snake.
Not really even that scary, but in the context of the show, I guess it was marginally off putting.
I went to bed that day terrified a snake would get me in my sleep. This might’ve even lasted multiple days.
It was very scary then, sure, but I find that quite humorous now.

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When I was in elementary school, a kid told me that a meteor was going to crash into earth and kill us sometime in September next year.
This scared me so much as a kid, I began to pray to God everyday to spare humanity, and would always give one reason why.
Eventually, I got lazy, and the reason why seemed to just repeat everyday.
But it was a habit now, and I needed to save the world.
When the date we were supposed to die came, nothing happened.
I went to the kid who told me that the next day, to tell him he was a liar.
He had no idea what I was talking about.

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I cried when my parents told me Santa wasn’t real.
But I don’t remember if I was crying over the fact he wasn’t real, or if I felt like something had ended I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to.
I’m 21 now and still celebrate Christmas with all the thrills and gifts.
And I think I knew then the festivities would continue.
So why was I crying? 

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When I was younger, my mom always put her best effort to take us to fun and interesting places.
An uncommon, but welcome, repeat offender, was caves.
Not some mangy, unkept cave, but ones that have been turned into tourist areas of sorts.
I really enjoyed these as a kid, I think I just really liked rocks at the time.
While I really enjoyed the cave walkthrough experience, I possibly enjoyed the gift shop even more.
So I could buy more rocks, naturally.

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I can very faintly remember my first Minecraft world as a kid.
Well, I guess I have no way of knowing if it was actually my first, but it was significant enough to be remembered.
It was on pocket edition, and I tried collecting all the wool colors with my cousin.
I don’t know if we were ever successful, but it was a good time regardless.
I have a lot of good memories with Minecraft and my cousin.
I think the game grew up with us as we needed, and that just made it really special.
Do kids still have that?
I’m aware that nostalgia is one hell of a drug.
But it seems like these days everyone just wants to suck the most money out of everything around them.
What do I know though, nostalgia might have the kids of today looking back at cranking 90s the same way I look back at trying to spawn herobrine.

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I have this tendency to start really grandiose things and lose interest in them before they have a chance to go anywhere.
I’m sure this is somewhat relatable.
Occasionally though, I stick it through, and tend to hurt myself some way in the process.
Sometimes it makes it difficult to be proud of what I did, despite it really being something special at times.
Lately, the blueprints of my largest project yet have been going through my mind.
Larger than anything I’ve ever made or may ever make after that.
Something that would be a years long effort.
Do I have it in me to walk that path to the very end?
I did at some point, walked a smaller path that seemed insurmountable at the time.
When I sold my first game, it felt like a turning point.
That was my one goal as a kid, and I did it at 14.
I was still a kid then.
What now?

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I’ve struggled my whole life getting up for things early in the morning.
I guess these days I stay up too late but back then I slept a normal amount.
I would always be up at 6 for an early bus to school.
My mom always made me breakfast though.
And put out my backpack.
And laid out my shoes.
…
I love my mom.

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My basement had a tendency to flood in my childhood home.
Every year there seemed to be a different issue with the sub pump.
I probably only know what a sub pump is because of this.
The basement was essentially my playroom as a kid.
One day, we somehow knew in advance the basement would flood.
So I made it a mission to save all my toys.
So one at a time, I brought them up to my room.
My parents got mad at me for taking so many trips up and down the stairs.

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When I was younger I used to get very scared when it was storming outside.
I was worried a tornado would come and wreck the house, killing me and family.
My dad would always tell me that this isn’t the type of terrain to have tornados.
That helped a bit.
Eventually I stopped worrying about it altogether.
Then one day, when I was away for vacation, there was a tornado not too far from my house.
And I didn’t start worrying about it again despite that.

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Elements With Hollow Eyes

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Television in the Corner

Nyan_Places_E3=
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It’s Christmas Day

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When I was in high school, me and my friends went to the boardwalk, where someone we knew worked.
He was able to let us into the boardwalk's aquarium for free.
That ended up being a really fun time, I needed that then.
Eventually me and that guy went to the arcade and played the same arcade game for like an hour.
I felt like I had made a cool new friend that day.
And I did, for a while.
But eventually I learned some disappointing things about him.
Even though I haven’t spoken to him in a very long time, I wish it didn’t end up that way.

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When I was younger I was in a gifted program in elementary school.
For all the kids in that program, they took us aside and let us work on a project about any sea animal.
I did cuttlefish, which is a bit surprising to me, because I definitely did not know what a cuttlefish was before that project.
I think I had a big tri-board presentation to go with it.
I’m sure my mom helped me with that, she always did for projects like that.
I couldn’t tell you anything about cuttlefish now except that they can change color.
And kind of look weird.

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In my senior year of highschool we had some kind of creative journal to keep based off some prompts.
I figured if I had to do it, I’d have fun with it.
I still waited until last second to do it though.
One of the journal entries was about things I wanted to eat, but couldn’t.
One of those things was aquarium gravel.
And that’s all I have to say about that.

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When I was younger, there was this one specific park that my mom took me too that was significantly better than any other one.
It had the most things to do, it had the most unique things to do.
It had a water park!
I still think about that park every now and again.
I think it would be nice to go back to that park one day.
I might get some weird looks if I start heading to the slide, though.

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I think I learned this year how much I hate winter.
I worked outside during the winter last year and hated it.
I couldn’t feel my fingers, it hurt to hold the equipment I was using, I was bored and tired.
This year I just felt bogged down.
When we got a kiss of heat when daylights saving happened, I felt the best I had in a long time.
I think snow and winter belongs in December for Christmas.
Any other time it snows is just annoying, honestly.

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You know how I know, for certain, no matter what is going on in your life, the grass always seems greener on the other side?
People that claim to want disabilities.
I personally am an able bodied, neurotypical individual with no desire for that to change.
But some people seem to want things like autism and ADHD.
These people are clearly uneducated about the subjects.
But why?
Just to feel like you’re part of something?
I couldn’t imagine any other reason.
When I was younger, I thought one day that I may be autistic.
This deeply upset me, I went crying to my mom about it.
She told me I wasn’t and yelled at me.
…
She’s really mellowed out, huh?

Nyan_Places_H1=
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Wonder

Nyan_Places_H2=
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Wilshire

Nyan_Places_H3=
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Harvey

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When I was younger I used to sleep with a stuffed animal, named Puppy.
I hold a lot of sentimental value towards this stuffed animal, since it was my mother’s.
That mattered less to me as a kid than it does now.
One time, Puppy fell on the floor and one of its eyes popped off.
I cried and cried and cried, but my mother was able to fix it for me.
A scar of matted fur from the hot glue was left under the eye.
I think that bothered me a bit as a kid.
But it means a lot more to me now.
That stuffed animal is sitting in my childhood room, I don’t have it with me.
…
I think I’ll take it back with me next time I visit.

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I think I was a bit more aware as a kid than most people.
I wanted to grow up for the obvious reasons kids wanted to grow up.
I wanted to drive, I wanted autonomy, I wanted to have no bed time.
But I think a part of me understood that this is it.
This is the only time in my life I’ll ever be as I am now.
And that was heartbreaking to me.
I felt a deep remorse and regret towards my stuffed animals because I was scared growing up would make me love them less.
As if something within me would change and redefine me uncontrollably.
I don’t think that’s happened.
The perspective is different.
But I still love them the same I did then, if not more.
They’re just out of focus now, with more love to go around.

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I remember that my dad used to have his office in the basement.
He had his stuff up for work, which to a child was grandiose and enchanting.
And he had his at home DJ set.
I admired that DJ set, and he’d often play for me and let me mess around with it.
Even as a kid I loved seeing passionate people.
One day the DJ set disappeared. I don’t really know why.
I think some kind of sadness entered the house that day. Something changed.
Years later my parents would divorce.
I don’t see or talk to my dad as much.
I held a lot of resentment in my heart towards him for a while, but it’s since faded.
I’ve been getting better at starting conversations with him.
I can’t help but feel bad, he’s going through a lot and I was angry at him.
I see know he’s a good person, a good dad.
Maybe not the best husband.
But at least he’s been DJ-ing again.
I think that’s when I began to stop feeling angry.

Nyan_Places_Finale1=
These places don’t exist anymore.

Nyan_Places_Finale2=
Maybe they did at one point, but that doesn’t matter in the present.

Nyan_Places_Finale3=
Yet, I get emotional imagining these places.

Nyan_Places_Finale4=
They don’t exist anymore in the world that I perceive with my eyes.

Nyan_Places_Finale5=
But looking inwards…

Nyan_Places_Finale6=
They exist within me.

