Addendum 1: On 07/03/2001, exploration began of SCP-3996-1 by 
MTF Upsilon-90 "Andalusian Dogs". Composed of team members 
U90-1 "Persistent Memory" (Captain), U90-2 "Burning Giraffe", 
U90-3 "Reflecting Swan" and U90-4 "Meditative Rose", the team 
was instructed to proceed west and report on what they found. A 
table detailing of the anomalous events and organisms encountered 
can be seen below: 


Time Distance from Anomaly observed 
(Hours:Minutes) SCP-3996 (km) 


00:45 


01:45 


2.1 km 


4.5 km 


A series of fruitbats, 
composed of sand, 
abruptly flew upwards 
from the desert, and 
flew north. As they did 
so, they began to 
glow, eventually 
reaching a light output 
of 30,000 lumens as 
they reached the edge 
of U90's fieid of vision. 
The landscape has 
since become 
noticeably rockier and 
contains more flora, 
especially gorse 
bushes and grass. 
The U90 passed 
betweeen two rocks; 
protrusions from the 
rocks in the shape of 
human hands then 
manifested. They 
attempted to seize the 
MTF members and 
drag them towards the 
boulders. All members 
of U90 were able to 
clear the rocks 
unharmed; the hands 
disappeared, before 
several appendages in 
the shape of human 
arms instead 
manifested 
themselves. A 
protrusion at the end 
of each appendage 
resembled a human 
head, with an Italian 


D-22343: Hold on, lemme take a look...um, it's 
uh...what is that? 


D-48983 positions the camcorder over 
D-22343's shoulder. D-48983 appears to be 
handling an undetermined object while 
crouched over a hole. 


Dr. Carmona: What are you handling? Please 
refrain from any unnecessary forensic 
contamination. 


D-22343: It's uh...it's nothing. There's nothing 
in any of these. 


Dr. Carmona: | don't believe it's necessary to 
remind you of the terms of your- 


D-48983: It's nothing. There's nothing in here. 


Dr. Carmona: ...please spend another few 
minutes documenting this space, and then 
proceed to the next staging point. 


Video feed indicates that the floor of the crawl 
space is filled with dozens of holes 
corresponding to D-22343's description. 
D-48983 and D-22343 then rejoin the other 
exploration members without incident and 
leave the structure. 


Video feed is turned off until the exploration 
team reaches the "church" structure then 
present at SCP-518. Dr. Carmona orders the 
team to proceed inside, where they discover 
an entirely empty structure. The exploration 
team documents the interior until D-32995 
pauses at the southwestern wall. 


Dr. Carmona: D-32995, do you have an 
observation? 


03:59 


06:29 


5.8 km 


8.1 km 


tragedy mask in lieu of 
a face. All of the 
masks stared at U90, 
and were continuing to 
do so when U90 lost 
visual contact. 

U90 had just cleared 
the rocky area, 
coming onto a large 
area of steppe or 
grassland. A large 
quantity of "potatalos", 
followed by a series of 
humanoids on 
horseback, then came 
into view. The 
humanoids were 
armed with either 
bows or rifles, and 
were attempting to 
hunt the potatalo; they 
managed to fell 
several of them and 
took them with them 
back to the south. Of 
note was that the 
clothing and practices 
of these individuals 
were reminiscent of a 
number of nomadic 
horseback riders 
throughout history, 
such as the Mongols, 
Kerait, Lakota Sioux, 
Kyrgyz, Bedouin and 
Berbers. 

The MTF was moving 
through a thick 
swamp. The entire 
ground and sky 


06:48 


8.3 km 


abruptly disappeared, 
leaving the MTF falling 
in a black void. The 
void suddenly 
transformed into a 
sandy desert, which 
the MTF then fell onto 
unharmed. Their 
instruments recorded 
that they were in the 
same position as 
before; a brief 
reconaissance 
mission showed that 
the swamp had 
apparently been 
transformed but that 
the rest of the 
surrounding 
landscape remained 
intact. 

While still in the sandy 
desert, a series of 
large pocket watches, 
which appeared to be 
melting, manifested 
100m away from 
U90-1 "Persistent 
Memory". All of the 
watches headed for 
U90-1 at a fast speed, 
emitting a series of 
Spanish expletives. 
When they were 1m 
away from U90-1, they 
abruptly 
demanifested. 


After 7 hours within SCP-3996-1, the decision was taken to return to 
SCP-3996. However, contact was lost with U90-3 "Reflecting Swan" 


shortly after this decision was taken; the remaining members of 
Upsilon-90 attempted to search for their missing teammate, but 
could not find her. The decision was taken to return to base; U90-3 
has not resumed contact. 


Addendum 2: On 12/03/2001, U90-3's camera and audio feed 
abruptly resumed contact for several minutes, before cutting out for 
a second time. Attempts to contact U90-3 failed. A log of the 
transmission is below; all dialogue has been translated from Lakota 
Sioux, U90-3's first language. 


+Exploration Log 1 
<Begin Log> 


U90-3 is sitting in the middle of a large snowy 
field. She appears to be drawing a map of her 
surroundings into the snow, presumably in 
order to better gauge her position. Several 
trees can be seen from a distance; the 
landscape is reminiscent of rural England. 
Snow continues to fall onto the field. 


A figure can be seen approaching from the 
other side of the field. As it gets closer, it can 
be seen to be wearing hunting clothes worn by 
the Lakota Sioux during the mid-19th century. 


U90-3: H-Hello! Hi! 


U90-3 stands and waves at the figure. The 
figure continues to approach, before stopping 
approximately 3 metres away from U90-3. 
Aside from her clothing, she has an identical 
appearance to U90-3. U90-3 abruptly stops 
waving, and steps backwards a few paces. 


Unknown: Hello. 
U90-3: ...Hi. 


Unknown: There’s no need to panic. 


U90-3: | wasn't. I've come to expect this kind 
of thing. 


There is a pause of 10 seconds as U90-3 and 
the figure stare at one another. 


U90-3: | was born in the reservation, in the 
Dakotas. My mother drank herself to death. My 
father left me when | was young. 


Unknown: | was born in the great 
pasturelands of the Sioux. My mother sliced 
her own throat when my father disappeared. 


U90-3: You're one of the nomads we saw 
earlier. Hunting the potatolo. 


Unknown: You're one of the settled who tried 
to disrupt this place. 


U90-3: Disrupt? 


Unknown: The strangeness of this place 
cannot be taken back home, cannot be sold to 
others. This place has to be as it is; the 
unknown. 


U90-3: | don't understand. 


Unknown: This is the edge, Margaret Blue 
Wolf. This is the edge of reality, the shining 
curve where real meets unreal and breaks 
down. Keep going and you'll find a ghostly ger, 
that'll take you to my world, where the nomads 
rule and the settled dwell only where they are 
untouched. Go south and you shall pass 
through a shimmering haze to a city of stone 
and sacrifice. Go north, and you'll find the 
tribes of snow and oil, where dark is light and 
light is dark. Go further east, west, north and 
south, and you shall find new frontiers and 


new peoples who gaze across them. The City 
of Candles. Alagadda. The Imam's respite. 
This is the edge of all of them. That's its role. It 
can never be settled, never plundered. It's the 
edge. 


The unknown individual sighs heavily. 


Unknown: If it ever wasn't the edge, then it'd 
dissolve itself. If it was another heartland, 
another place where reality obeyed its own 
rules, dreamlike or otherwise, it'd be pointless. 
We couldn't let that happen. It's too tantalising 
a place. It's whatever you see, just over the 
horizon, appearing to obey its own logic but 
never quite obeying any laws. It's an 
understanding just beyond your reach. It is the 
tangential frontier. 


U90-3: I- | don't really understand. 


Unknown: </aughing> Neither do |, really. Tell 
me, do you have a Red Doe in your world? 


U90-3: She's called Martha. 


Unknown: And are you happy there? Are you 
content? | wasn't. | had to see the edge, the 
edge of everything. | think that's what you 
wanted too, Blue Wolf. Because you're me. 
You can't stand to cook and hunt in a ger 
either. 


U90-3: Are you happy here? Transgressing all 
the lines of reality- 


Unknown: -and entering the void, the void we 
joined up to see... 


U90-3: We- I- we have a duty. 


Unknown: This is the edge. There are no 


duties here. There are no families, no 
memories, no homes. There is only the 
twisting, the unknown, everyone's unknown. 
The shifting mountains, the clinging survivors, 
the void eternally changing to challenge us. 
This is all there is, Blue Wolf. This is the 
frontier. 


There is another pause for 4 seconds. 
U90-3: When did | get so confident? 


Unknown: When you learnt to value the 
unknown more than the known. 


U90-3: ...Come on, then. Let's go. 


At this point, the air around U90-3 appears to 
explode into shards. The shards then 
transform into snow, falling into the ground. 
The unknown individual has apparently 
disappeared. The camera falls to the floor. 


At this point, the transmission abruptly cuts 
out. 


<End Log> 


SCP-3997: In My End Is My Beginning 


Item #: SCP-3997 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-3997-1 instances are 
to be taken into Foundation custody, and interviewed to acquire 
information on SCP-3997, before being issued with Class-C 
amnestics and returned to the population. 


A special taskforce, MTF - "Ragged Claws" is responsible for the 
location and detention of these individuals. This taskforce has 
undertaken extensive antimemetic and cognitohazardous training, in 
an effort to [DATA EXPUNGED]. 


Description: SCP-3997 is a mental phenomenon affecting a 
number of individuals, hereafter referred to as SCP-3997-1 
instances. There does not appear to be any common factors linking 
these individuals beyond their anomalous properties, although a 
significantly large number of these instances are residents of the 
county of , England. 


SCP-3997-1 instances report a number of vivid dreams featuring 
white roses. These dreams often involve memories of early 
childhood, but which have been altered to feature white roses or the 
SCP-3997-1 instance walking through a rose garden. SCP-3997-1 
instances demonstrate an inordinate affection and regard for white 
roses, sometimes bordering on the obsessive. 


SCP-3997 was first brought to the Foundation's attention when the 
regular psyche evaluations of several researchers at sites in the 
West of England revealed that they shared almost identical recurring 
dreams, despite a lack of contact or involvement with one another 
beforehand. 


Below is an interview with a typical SCP-3997-1 instance: Dr. 


, a Level 3 Foundation researcher. 
Interview 3997-56 
Interviewed: SCP-3997-1-A. 
Interviewer: Dr. O 


Foreword: This interview was conducted 
02/09/1997, in a standard humanoid 
containment cell in Site 226. 


<Begin Log> 
Dr.O  :Hey,H 


SCP-3997-1-A: That's SCP-3997-1-A to you, 
sonny. <Laughs>. | thought Frank was 
interviewing me? 


Dr.O —_: Nah, he'll be along later today. | 
wouldn't worry about it. So, when did you first 
start getting these dreams? 


SCP-3997-1-A: When | was about four, | think. 
| kept dreaming | was a delivery guy. For 
mechanical parts of some kind. It's a bit weird, 
really- not the kind of thing a four-year-old 
normally dreams of. Anyway, I'd keep 
dreaming about white roses in pretty much all 
my dreams, no matter what they were about. 
Houses would be made of them, clouds would 
look like them, that sort of thing. 


Dr.O _: Was there any particular... feeling, 
or emotion, that you associated with the 
roses? Just something the others have said. 


SCP-3997-1-A: ...Yeah, actually. They've 
always reminded me of my childhood, and my 
home back in M . Whenever | see them, | 
keep thinking of... old memories. Little things, 


you know- like going to church, or lying on the 
grass, or swimming down near W_s It's 
weird, really- nothing else has that kind of 
effect on me. They just... make me feel 
nostalgic. 


Dr.O =: Why is that weird? It's not that 
strange to have memories and feelings 
triggered by things from your childhood. 


SCP-3997-1-A: Yeah, but, that's the thing- 
apart from those dreams, | never really had 
any contact with white roses. Mum didn't grow 
them in the garden, we never had them ina 
vase... they just bring back memories. Make 
me feel... innocent, | guess. | don't know why 
it is. 

Dr.O —_: What are your feelings towards 


white roses in general? Outside of your 
dreams? 


SCP-3997-1-A: Well, as you know- | like them. 
I've painted a few, down at my house in ___, 
and | like growing them. They're just pretty 
flowers, though. 


<End Log> 


FURTHER INFORMATION RESTRICTED TO LEVEL 4 PERSONNEL 
Item #: SCP-3997 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-3997-1 
instances are to be immediately and permanently taken 
into Foundation custody on discovery, and interrogated 
for knowledge pertaining to SCP-3997. A special 
taskforce, MTF Mu-45 "Ragged Claws", has been 


established for the purposes of both detaining 
SCP-3997-1 instances and locating SCP-3997; this 
taskforce has undertaken extensive antimemetic and 
cognitohazardous training, in an effort to counteract the 
presumed effects of SCP-3997. 


Description: SCP-3997 is a rose garden, believed to 
exist somewhere in the British county of Gloucestershire. 
Information on SCP-3997 has only been inferred from 
the testimony of SCP-3997-1 instances, and thus its 
existence is only theoretical. 


It is believed that, should any adult individual enter 
SCP-3997, a significant temporal shift will occur. This 
involves the individual's memories being transferred into 
the consciousness of that individual at an earlier point in 
time- ordinarily between the ages of 2 and 5. These 
memories appear to the child in the form of a particularly 
vivid dream, followed by several similar dreams for 5-8 
years following this. Individuals affected in this manner 
are referred to as SCP-3997-1 instances. These 
individuals are unaware that these dreams are 
anomalous. 


The presence of these memories in the consciousness of 
SCP-3997-1 instances appears to have a dramatic effect 
on the course of their life, often influencing them to take 
entirely different decisions and manifest a notably 
different personality than in the previous timeline. 
SCP-3997 instances are thus usually- though not 
exclusively- highly successful in both their personal and 
professional lives, often becoming experts in their 
chosen fields. In addition to this, SCP-3997-1 instances 
suffer vivid dreams throughout their life featuring 
SCP-3997, white roses and several childhood memories. 
Speaking about these dreams often causes SCP-3997-1 
instances to enter a kind of trance-state, where they are 
able to recall aspects of these dreams in great detail. 


Activation of SCP-3997 thus causes a subtle but 
significant CK-class restructuring event, which is 


D-32995: There's some writing on the wall 
over here. Hey, get that camcorder over here. 


Dr. Carmona: Is the writing legible? 


D-32995: Mostly, it's kind of smudged in some 
places, looks like it's written in soot. Here, let's 
get the video feed in here. 


Camcorder is brought to the writing, identified 
later as an instance of SCP-518-1. 


D-32995: "This is the last will and testament of 
me,"...not sure what this is. 


Dr. Carmona: Please transcribe it as best you 
can. 


D-32995: Copy that. 


D-32995 attempts to copy down SCP-518-1 on 
a small notepad. Discussion occurs between 
D-32995, D-22343 and D-94237 as to possible 
word choices for smudged portions of the 
original text. After approximately twenty-five 
minutes, D-32995 finishes writing and appears 
to read his notes. A low rumbling sound 
immediately starts, and the camcorder 
appears to start shaking. 


D-94237: What? What the hell? What's going 
on?