Item #: SCP-5369
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5369-A is located in a humanoid containment cell at an undisclosed Site that is guarded at all times by armed members of MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox"). Any unauthorized personnel approaching the door of the containment cell outside of scheduled access times is to be apprehended and detained for questioning.
In the case of an external breach and the subsequent death of SCP-5369-A, containment duties will halt until SCP-5369-A makes contact with the Foundation again.

Earliest known photograph of SCP-5369-B.

Description: SCP-5369-A is a woman by the name of Florence Penemue who does not age. Upon death, its corpse will rapidly decompose into dust, while SCP-5369-A will reappear in a random location a varying period of time later.1 Aside from these two traits, SCP-5369-A appears to be wholly mundane.
SCP-5369-B is a woman with the same qualities who will consistently seek out and terminate SCP-5369-A by any means necessary. While possessing no anomalous combat abilities that would assist it in its goals, SCP-5369-B has displayed a disregard for human casualties and an extremely narrow-minded focus on its goal that has made it a formidable opponent.
Despite knowing of the existence of SCP-5369-A for over a century, the Foundation in the past has been unable to hold it long enough for interrogation due to SCP-5369-B's intervention. Rather than allowing itself to be captured, SCP-5369-B will terminate itself when cornered, leading to a dearth of information regarding the connections between the two anomalies.
Discovery: The SCP-5369 anomalies first came to the attention of the Foundation through the Flamel Project in 1863, an initiative within the Foundation tasked with gathering information on suspected and unknown immortals existing within civilian society. Initially, SCP-5369-B was theorized to be a serial killer with a preferential class of victims. However upon the discovery that all victims had identified themselves as a "Florence," several attempts were made to capture SCP-5369-A for interrogation.
Addendum 5369.1: SCP-5369-A 01/31/1972 Interview

Interviewed: SCP-5369-A
Interviewer: Dr Jack Bright2

[BEGIN LOG]
Bright: Hello there. My name's Dr Jack Bright. I'm not sure if you remember this, but I—
SCP-5369-A: You did the check-in exam. Back in 1891. You look… different. What happened to you?
Bright: Immortality happened. Not by choice though. It's a rather long story.
[Bright taps SCP-963.]
Bright: Stuck in this little thing for now, hopping from one body to the next whenever someone puts it on. As for you… reincarnation, I'm guessing?
SCP-5369-A: Not quite. I'm not born again. I just appear as I am, as I look now. I die, I go away for a bit, then after some time I find myself naked on a beach or mountain or in the middle of nowhere. That's always fun.
Bright: What's it like?
SCP-5369-A: Waking up? It's a bit troublesome to get started all over again, but it usually doesn't take long.
Bright: No, death. Dying, I mean.
SCP-5369-A: Ah.
Bright: To me, it's a bit like falling asleep. One second you're there lying in bed, the next you're blinking yourself awake in a new place and a new body. A bit disorientating, but a peaceful seamless transition. What's it like for you?
SCP-5369-A: Sort of like… holding your breath. You try to let it go, once you become uncomfortable, but you don't have any lungs to let it out of. Or a mouth. Or anything. All you have is that black horizon. Never know exactly when it's going to happen, sometimes it's in a month, sometimes it's a year — not that you can really count time in the in-between. You just hope it goes by quickly.
Bright: Interesting, we'll have to discuss that some more at another time. For now, I wanted to ask you about this woman.
[Bright places the photo of SCP-5369-B on the table. SCP-5369-A's eyes flicker down.]
Bright: From what we can tell, she's been rather persistent over the past century and a half. Hunting you down, over and over again. Why is she so focused on you?
[SCP-5369-A remains silent.]
Bright: Florence, I'm trying to help you here. Even if you're immortal, I know dying's painful. Trust me, I'm no fan of it either. If you tell us why she's after you, maybe we can stop her somehow. Anything that comes to mind can help.
[SCP-5369-A remains silent. Bright sits back.]
Bright: Do you really want to play this role forever, Florence? Dying over and over again, suffocating behind that black horizon, as you called it? I can't imagine much worse when you're immortal. But if you think you can stop her, whoever she is, say the word and we'll let you go as you please.
SCP-5369-A: Elizabeth. That's her name. Elizabeth Moore. From Plymouth. Her father was a cotton merchant, with the East India Company. Lived just down the road from us, but we never really knew each other until school. She was… kind. Even if it was dangerous, or she had every reason in the world to be absolutely furious at someone, she'd drop everything to help them out the moment they asked.
Bright: Sounds like quite the person. Were you two close?
SCP-5369-A: You could say that. For a time, we were — never mind. But we—
[SCP-5369-A is interrupted by the sound of a distant alarm.]
Bright: Odd. Hold on a moment.
[Bright stands up, opening the door. The alarm increases drastically in volume, making SCP-5369-A flinch.]
Bright: Macleod, what's going on out there? Containment breach?
Macleod: No idea. Comms are down, can't get a word in to anyone. I'm betting on an external breach, though. We should probably get to a more defensible position—
SCP-5369-A: It's her. Elizabeth.
Bright: Could be any number of foes at play. The Foundation has no shortage of enemies, I can tell you that. Insurgency, the Hand, maybe someone hired Marshall, Carter and Dark to swipe something…
SCP-5369-A: It has to be her. She always finds me. Always.
Bright: Hmm. Macleod, get yourself someplace safe. I'll shelter in place with the anomaly.
Macleod: But I—
Bright: You're mortal. We're not. If we die, that's easily fixable. Not so much for you. Get yourself out of here, that's an order.3
[Bright locks the door, sitting back down across from SCP-5369-A.]
Bright: If you're right, we'll probably be dead in a few minutes. Along with a lot of good people who were in danger because of you. People who don't have the means to come back like us. So tell me: why is she after you?
[Muffled explosions can be heard in the background.]
SCP-5369-A: Do you have family? Your parents, siblings, children, nieces and nephews, are they still around? I'm not quite sure how old you are.
Bright: …That's neither here nor there. What's your point?
SCP-5369-A: If you could ensure someone who meant everything to you would be safe, would be protected and healthy, what would you do to make that happen? Is there even a limit? Would you burn down the world to see them happy?
Bright: I suppose I might, if they were in danger. And what was this terrible threat that Elizabeth faced? Illness? Some sort of disease?
SCP-5369-A: In a manner of speaking, if you consider death a disease.
Bright: What? Judging from her appearance, she can't be anymore than eighteen, maybe twenty. She looked healthy enough.
SCP-5369-A: Twenty-three, and the absolute picture of health. Never ate anything the least bit fattening. And yet no matter what, in the span of sixty or seventy years her slender figure, her flowing locks, her beautiful face, it would all wither and age away. And one day, I found myself able to stop all that, so I did.
Bright: And now she's hunting you down. Clearly she doesn't appreciate the "gift" anymore. What made her change her mind?
SCP-5369-A: Oh, she never was grateful for all I've done. Just goes to show how you can give someone the greatest present in the world, but they can still be furious for the silliest of reasons. You'd think she was looking forward to death.
Bright: Wait, so… you didn't even ask her in the first place? You just made her immortal without her permission and expected everything to be fine, expected her to be happy that you made this enormous decision without even bothering to consult her.
SCP-5369-A: I had hoped she'd see reason by now, but as you can tell…. maybe in a few more decades. Everything I did, I did for her—
Bright: Everything you did was for you and you alone. Don't fool yourself. If you actually cared what she thought, you wouldn't have done it yourself, you'd ask her.
SCP-5369-A: And if she said something silly like preferring to die a miserable cancer-filled end, should I "respect" her choices then? Next you'll say there's things worse than death.
Bright: I— God. I've spoken to murderers, assassins, bloodthirsty beasts, and yet you're the first thing to sit across from me that I find truly and utterly revolting. You… you're not worth the air you're breathing.
[The two sit in silence. More explosions can be heard in the background, along with the sound of gunfire. The gunfire appears to be getting significantly closer.]
Bright: How does she find you? Today, 1891, a dozen other times beforehand, she always finds you. It seems we never have you for more than a day before she homes in. How does she do that? A side effect of your immortality?
SCP-5369-A: Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe it was some sort of spell she picked up over the years, or some trick she learned from an acquaintance, or… or maybe it was that grey-eyed bastard. Dammit.
Bright: What? What do you mean?
[The door opens again, and SCP-5369-B enters the room, carrying a revolver and flanked by a masked man in paramilitary garb on each side. Turning to one of the men, it places what appears to be a small jewel in his hand before stepping into the cell and closing the door behind it. SCP-5369-A stands up, clearly alarmed.]
SCP-5369-A: Lizzy, I-
[SCP-5369-B shoots three times in quick succession. SCP-5369-A's corpse collapses and begins to rapidly decompose. SCP-5369-B turns to Dr Bright and shoots him twice in the head.]
[SCP-5369-B glances around the room before departing.]
[END LOG]

Closing Statement: Due to the extreme chaos left by the breach, SCP-5369-B was able to escape the Site undetected. Subdued attackers were identified as belonging to Hyperion, a private military company often used by the Foundation in politically complex situations. Recovered soldiers divulged that SCP-5369-B had paid an exorbitant amount for their assistance in breaching the Site in exchange for the breaking of their contract.

Addendum 5369.2: Request for Change of Security Protocols

Firstly, I'd like to apologize for my behavior in the SCP-5369 interview. It was grossly unprofessional at best. However, my feelings on the continued containment of SCP-5369-A remain the same.
SCP-5369-A represents a massive security risk. Containing it will inevitably attract the attention of SCP-5369-B, an enemy that displayed an extreme dedication to its goals and clear disdain for human life. Unlike the Insurgency or the Black Queen, or any other foes we might encounter, SCP-5369-B cannot be bribed, threatened, cajoled, intimidated, or persuaded into changing its goal. If it wants to kill SCP-5369-A, it won't let anything stop it, no matter how long it takes.
While I'm not fond of letting a potentially dangerous anomaly roam free, it's better than the costly alternative. I propose we rid ourselves of the albatross around our necks.
Dr Bright, Senior Researcher

Dr Bright,
While your professional advice is always welcome, we'd kindly ask you to keep your personal feelings regarding immortality to yourself and not in your work. An outburst of that vitriol is conduct unbecoming of a Foundation doctor, regardless of the perceived moral character of the anomaly. As such, we've decided to release you from the SCP-5369 project team.
However, your proposal has highlighted the need for an immediate change in SCP-5369-A's security protocols before its next containment. Your final task on the SCP-5369 team will be to implement a new set of containment protocols designed to minimize friendly casualties.
O5-3

Addendum 5369.3: Recovered letter, Plymouth Historical Society

Florie, florie, florie. How the name of my beautiful flower would consume my thoughts for hours on end. I would keep it almost like a secret, never saying it aloud except for the dead of night where no one would hear my voice betray its thoughts. Once upon a time, the night was when I felt truly alive. Once upon a time, I truly loved you. It may sound ridiculous now, but once it was the only thing I was sure of in this world.
But you did not love me even then. You may have desired me, but it was a desire born out of obsession. That was not love. Love takes, but it also gives. It is not a pagan god demanding sacrifice, but one that nourishes and protects. If you had truly loved me, you would have been happy with sixty years or six. As long as we were together for as long as possible, that should have been all that mattered.
You could not bear to exist in a world where I was not yours. I felt the same. But I had to accept it because that was the way the world was. You decided not to.
What devil did you bargain with for this curse? What terrible price did you have to pay? Whatever it was, it was not worth it. A hundred years past, and I can no longer remember what my mother looked like, or the sound of my father's voice. I had brothers once, brothers I no longer recall the names of. Pain and pleasure are both foreign to my dulled senses, and all food and drink tastes like ashes upon my tongue. My heart may still be beating, but I died the day you sold our souls. What remains is a lifeless automaton enduring the grinding away of the ages.
Yet whenever I think of you, something comes back to me. I dream of all the times I gently traced over the contours of your face, feeling every bump and imperfection. Then I sink my nails into your flesh and tear that beautiful face apart. That moment, that heartbeat, between your shrieks of pain and when the dream evaporates and I wake to nothing but the cold night air? That is the only moment I feel alive. That is the only moment I feel anything at all.
You stole from me my life, so I shall do the same. Anything you build, I shall destroy utterly. Anywhere you run, I will follow. Anyone you love? I'll make sure they die screaming. I swear you will never know another moment of happiness again.
Only an eternity of misery.

Footnotes
1. While exact measurements have not been made, the shortest known gap was 8 weeks, while the longest was 9 years and three months.
2. As Dr Bright had been assigned to the SCP-5369 research team before the SCP-963 incident and briefly interacted with SCP-5369-A in the past, the decision was made for him to conduct the interview.
3. While this was technically considered a willful breach of Foundation emergency protocols, Site Director Hayworth declined to prosecute Bright for his actions.

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An 8x8 segment of SCP-5370's configuration on the 17th of July, 1983. The inverted bishop symbol represents an alfil, a piece capable of jumping two squares diagonally.

Item #: SCP-5370
Object Class: Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: Problems based on the ruleset and active configurations of SCP-5370 have been provided to leading mathematical organisations in order to identify potential candidates for BLUE TEAM membership. BLUE TEAM candidates should:

possess a high-level understanding of the field of transfinite game theory and modern chess strategy
be fully certified in diplomatic negotiation with anomalous entities and basic grief counselling
undergo the mandatory psychiatric evaluation necessary to participate in assignments with a >95% candidate mortality rate.

Presently, interaction with SCP-5370 is suspended pending the development of a gameplay strategy approved by both Overwatch Command and the Ethics Committee.

Perfect Blue, the mainframe currently hosting SCP-5370.

Description: SCP-5370 is an ongoing, anomalous game of fairy chess1 between two parties: BLUE TEAM, a task force of Foundation mathematicians, and RED TEAM, [RESTRICTED TO 5370/BLUE TEAM CLEARANCE]. SCP-5370's ruleset was initially devised by the Foundation in 1977, and the game started six years later on the 4th of January, 1983.
A summary of the most important deviations between the rules of SCP-5370 and FIDE chess is provided below:

SCP-5370 is played on an infinite grid simulated on computer hardware, although the majority of the game's states have remained within a 110x110 space on the board.
SCP-5370 starts with both players having 128 pieces at the start of play instead of 16, and incorporates a variety of non-standard pieces such as the huygens, which can only move any prime number of spaces diagonally.
SCP-5370 employs a modified version of the 50-move rule: if 50 moves have passed without a piece being taken or a 1-mover2 being moved, a stalemate is declared. The time limit on each move has additionally been increased to 10 years.

At the time of writing, BLUE TEAM has a considerable material and positional advantage over RED TEAM, and is likely to achieve mate within the next 200 moves.
SCP-5370's primary anomalous property is its ability to facilitate survivable communication with RED TEAM. Due to operational security risks, further information requires 5370/BLUE TEAM clearance to access.

Addendum SCP-5370-A: Prospective BLUE TEAM Strategic Overview

Goal: To ensure SCP-5370 continues for as long as possible.
Motivations:

Ensuring SCP-5370 continues for as long as possible allows the Foundation to get the most possible value from the information RED TEAM is capable of providing.
Ethics Committee's applied research teams have proven that the end of SCP-5370 would have unacceptable consequences for RED TEAM due to the nature of their confinement.

Methods:

Researching the most suboptimal lines of play possible to communicate a given idea. This allows us to avoid ending the game via time-based stalemate while also preserving the ability to communicate with RED TEAM.
Attempting to modify the rules of the game using loopholes in the rituals used to create it. Since much of the documentation around SCP-5370's creation was largely informal to minimise scrutiny, this ultimately depends on information that can only be provided by RED TEAM.
Should RED TEAM's position continue to deteriorate, BLUE TEAM personnel may be selected to become first-hand advisors to RED TEAM pending Ethics Committee approval.

Addendum SCP-5370-B: Sample SCP-5370 Communication Log

Date: 23rd of July, 2009
Purpose: Recontainment of United States orbital paratechnology platform "MORNINGSTAR"

Participants:

O5-11
Maria Jones, Head of RAISA (MJ)
Dr. Amitha Sanmugasunderam, Master of Ceremonies for SCP-5370 (AS)
Via Cervantes, Ethics Committee Liaison for SCP-5370 (VC)
37 instances of miscellaneous human material (HM-1 through -37)

<BEGIN LOG>
[REDACTED FOR BREVITY]
AS: —while communication is as simple as identifying the correct move to make, the difficulty is in getting coherent results. Hence the ritual apparatus you see here today.
VC: I… see. The briefing packet didn't mention—
AS: Relax. It's not your job to do this; all you have to do is watch. Make sure I'm not being too mean to them. (to MJ) The fishing hook, please.
O5-11: I know she's new, Amitha, but I've never seen you do this before, either. Did something change?
AS: Your man's a traitor, Eleven, which screws up the usual ways we'd separate the player from the team; we can't assume the gestalt can get him to cooperate, so that means we can't just make a move and wait for the response.
O5-11: Ah.
AS: So we have to imbue the move with significance, call out to him specifically. Think of RED TEAM like a bag of coins, and our volunteers here as our sorting machine. We want to pick out certain qualities from each of them—
[RESTRICTED TO 5370/BLUE TEAM CLEARANCE]
AS: Divorcee—
[RESTRICTED TO 5370/BLUE TEAM CLEARANCE]
AS: —former alcoholic—
[RESTRICTED TO 5370/BLUE TEAM CLEARANCE]
AS: —father of two—
[REDACTED FOR BREVITY]
AS: —not as wasteful as you'd think, thankfully. Those parts of them will grow back after a while: well, maybe not the kids.
VC: Can… can I take a break now?
AS: No. There's a sick bag behind the desk.
VC: Oh.
AS: Now: the most important quality we're looking for. Betrayal.
(pause)
O5-11: That tattoo. You were Hand?
AS: Not in five minutes. (to MJ) Fentanyl, please?
[RESTRICTED TO 5370/BLUE TEAM CLEARANCE]
VC: Jesus, I'll- I'll get a tourniquet, this is—
AS: It's not blood I'm bleeding. Shut up and eat the eyeball.
VC: You said I wouldn't have to do anything!
AS: When I asked you if you ate offal, did you think that was a fucking joke?
VC: I- no, but this is- this is ridiculous! I'm going to—
AS: You're going to eat the eyeball, and you're going to tell me what move we make.
[REDACTED FOR BREVITY]
VC: —never complaining about ox tongue again—
AS: What move?
VC: (coughs) Bishop! Bishop, to- to a32.
AS: Noted.
(pause)
VC: Where- where's the sick bag—
[REDACTED FOR BREVITY]
AS: Alfil to g31. Interesting.
O5-11: How many moves without a capture, now?
AS: Twenty-nine. Everyone's got plenty of pieces on the board, don't you worry.
O5-11: Mm. Still a lot emptier than I remember it.
AS: You asked us to do this, Eleven.
(pause)
AS: He says you want to see what we've got on Reagan's Star Wars projects, start looking through foster homes. Oh, and something about your husband: very mature, I can see why he defected.

<END LOG>

Addendum SCP-5370-C: Initial Project Proposal

Introduction
The Foundation has an institutional knowledge problem unmatched by any other international organisation of its size. It has a fatality rate on par with several contemporary militaries[9][21], high rates of turnover in positions of authority[7], historical gaps in its record-keeping which mean information necessary to containment efforts is passed on almost exclusively by word of mouth[2][5][11]—and these are merely the issues not exclusive to our line of work. The indiscriminate nature of amnestic treatments for infohazardous contamination and the generally high prevalence of mind-affecting anomalies[19] places yet further pressure on the number of experienced employees we can retain in a functional capacity, and therefore the experience they can continue to pass down to future operatives.
In this proposal, we outline a method capable of making it theoretically impossible for loss of personnel to negatively impact institutional knowledge, via the creation of a location known as a 'blackroom'. This method has several advantages over similar blackrooms previously proposed:

It captures any personnel lost in the line of duty, regardless of personal beliefs or position in the Foundation's hierarchy. To prevent this much knowledge loss without requiring steps such as mass conversion[3] or a restructuring of the Foundation's org chart to a more ritually pliable state[11] is a previously unsolved issue.
It does not encounter the so-called Inferno problem[9]. Prior attempts to solve this rendered the blackroom inaccessible to prospective inhabitants as a result of acts they performed in the line of duty. We solve this by creating a morally-neutral value space, making it both accessible and minimising the harm inflicted upon its inhabitants.
The communication method used makes the transmission of infohazardous data much safer than by other means. Instead of using direct telepathic contact, automatic writing, and other memetically-insecure methods of communication, we use a chess-based encryption method whose output can be sanitised automatically.

We estimate that this project will take approximately ten years to complete, will require a budget of 7.5 million USD, and will last for approximately 260 thousand years provided judicious restrictions are placed on communicating with the blackroom.
[FURTHER INFORMATION RESTRICTED TO 5370/BLUE TEAM CLEARANCE]

Footnotes
1. A term used to refer to variants of chess with altered rules.
2. A piece that can only move 1 space at a time. In standard chess, this refers exclusively to the king and the pawn, but SCP-5370 adds two additional 1-movers.

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SCP-5371.

Item #: SCP-5371
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5371 is to be contained in a medium-sized item locker in Site-19. Video surveillance has been installed inside the item locker to detect any previously unseen behavior.
Investigations into its origins are forbidden.
Description: SCP-5371 is a 2m tall sculpture of a decayed humanoid, wrapped in draperies and holding a shield in its left hand. On this shield reads the Latin phrase, "VINCIT QUI SE VINCIT."1 The right arm of SCP-5371 appears to have once held something which has since broken off. Several joints are present inside its arms, although no way of activating them has been uncovered.
SCP-5371 instills a strong feeling of disgust upon viewing its face, which immediately subsides once breaking visual contact. Once completely out of the line of sight, SCP-5371 will move as far from all subjects as possible, turning to face away from them. If possible exits are obstructed, it will instead slowly move its jaw in a presumed state of distress.
Although the remainder of SCP-5371 is in relatively pristine condition, its neck vertebrae show signs of hairline fractures which have since healed.
Discovery: SCP-5371 was discovered after a fire destroyed the subterranean levels of Site-18 on 1992/07/31. Upon surveying the damages, a previously unknown floor of the Site was discovered underneath, entirely sealed off from the rest of the facility.
The level consists of a long, expansive room. A metal placard on the floor's main entrance was melted beyond recognition in the fire. A circle split into three sections is inscribed in the center of the room, each section is labeled with an inscription: "SCIENTIFIC", "RITUALISTIC”, and "ARTISTIC", with the latter section being dyed red.
Tall blocks of stone are lined in rows on each side of this level, which move places between reentries. No efforts to move these blocks otherwise have been successful. Crushed and desiccated human extremities protrude from underneath these blocks. These extremities can be observed occasionally twitching.
SCP-5371 was found at the very end of the level, facing the wall. Upon relocation, the following document was found affixed to the bottom of its base:

Creator Information
The sculpture described through this infernal complexion is its own creation, withered into form by itself. One once taunted, "The things which you mold out of empty hubris spit in the decadent eyes of the Seraph," at which this sculpture spat back. One once was right, thus the Icarus ascended onwards.
A note of caution: The chisel persists in its vacancy. The hearts of this sculpture's earthly faults pump to the beat of its chipping. It shall remain vacant to prevent further hearts from beating.
This sculpture, its likeness, its blood, its sin, its pain, its regret, its scorn, are not released and should not be released. It shall be left to wander its own rock, its stockades carved from sediment marrow. Those once held dear to this sculpture now lie cold as its stone, worms weave throughout their melted visages. This sculpture required blood, it gathered such blood. Fed such blood, gave such blood, loved such blood. A fool, this sculpture was; graciously delivering its own eternal torment, the only just action this sculpture imposed upon the world.
1. DO NOT love it, it had its chance.
2. DO NOT praise it, such cries are long dormant.
3. DO NOT free it, the chisel will merely halt more veins, all to pump more blood.
4. THERE IS NO EXCEPTION.

Footnotes
1. "He conquers who conquers himself."

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Item#: 5372

Level1

Containment Class:
safe

Secondary Class:
{$secondary-class}

Disruption Class:
dark

Risk Class:
notice

link to memo

SCP-5372.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5372 is accessible to the general public, with Foundation containment efforts focused on obscuring its anomalous nature. All publicly available information relating to SCP-5372 is designed to explain its anomalous properties using accepted science. All Luray Caverns employees working with SCP-5372 have been given this cover story to disseminate to the general public.
A series of false control solenoids1 with rubber mallets have been positioned on various stalagmites and stalactites in SCP-5372 chambers to further obscure its anomalous nature.
All non-Foundation speleological studies into Luray Caverns are prohibited from researching the cavern containing SCP-5372, as well as any area within 5 meters below this cavern.
Description: SCP-5372, publicly known as the Great Stalacpipe Organ, is a lithophone2 located in a 260,000 m3 chamber within Luray Caverns in Virginia. SCP-5372 produces musical tones from the various stalagmites and stalactites within its chamber through anomalous means.
While SCP-5372's keys can be played traditionally and produce the expected musical tones, SCP-5372 will automatically begin playing itself at 10 minute intervals. The songs played by SCP-5372 have varied; however, SCP-5372 most commonly plays various compositions from composer Ludwig van Beethoven. These performances typically last an average of 3-4 minutes and contain no inherent anomalous properties.
Addendum 5372.1: Discovery
SCP-5372 was originally discovered by Foundation Agent Leland Sprinkle in 1956 during an investigation into an unrelated anomaly originating in Luray Caverns. SCP-5372 was incomplete at the time, resulting in the Foundation setting up an observational perimeter around the object. Despite active Foundation observation, the entity responsible for the construction of SCP-5372 was never identified. Upon completion, SCP-5372 began playing, revealing its anomalous features.
Further investigation revealed that SCP-5372 was unable to be moved from its position. Due to a combination of the anomaly being low-risk, lacking any hazardous effects, being easy to cover up, and existing in an extremely public location, the O5 council decided to allow the anomaly to exist as public knowledge with the intent of using Luray Cavern tourism as a source of funding.
On July 24th, 1956, a small slot was discovered on the back of SCP-5372. Agent Sprinkle was able to open the slot without incident, and the slot was revealed to contain a book of poems and letters written by former Luray resident Edmund Heath3. All the literature contained within is addressed to former Luray resident Alexander Michael. The final letter recorded in the book is believed to reference SCP-5372 and has been transcribed below. For a full transcript of the contents of this book, please contact Dr. Fling.

I write this letter to you on our anniversary. This day I will eternally hold above all others, honoring it as I have honored you through our lives. I sit here in our retreat, surrounded by the silent, unjudging darkness that embraced us the way we had embraced one another.
It's familiar. A bitter nostalgia that sits on the back of the tongue as if trying to pull out the words to describe an indescribable feeling.
I ask myself that one question that has always terrified me. What does it mean to love? To be loved? I feared my whole life that someone would ask me this, knowing I could never answer honestly. Knowing that I would betray and deny you like Paul the Apostle. They would spit upon us, claim we were irredeemable sinners. They would claim I had fallen for a demon come to steal me away from what is righteous and holy. I had always feared somewhere deep down that they were right.
But then you held me close, whispering sweet nothings. In this, our blind retreat, I knew someone saw me for me. I no longer feared answering such questions. These small, stolen moments burning into my mind and I dare never give them away. Surely if you had been a demon and this place my hell, then damned be heaven.
I admit my love for you has made me selfish in many ways. I forget myself without you, and now I sit here in Hell condemning God for taking you from me. For allowing you to die alone.
I will not allow you to be buried alone. If I should be the only one to send you off, then allow me to hum hallelujah as I return you to the Earth.
My gift to you, oh love, is an eternal sleep serenaded by the place we so adored. Allow the walls of our secret place of solace to be the lullaby that carries you off to across the moon river as you wait to see what comes next.
I too, will wait. Wait for a future where we might be together in the sun, and wait for the time God takes me to be by your side once more. And, should our love have been a crime in His eyes, I pray that I alone am punished for the sin.
Wait for me, my love, I'm coming.

Addendum 5372.2: Foundation speleological reports performed on January 14th, 1967, revealed that two objects had manifested beneath SCP-5372. Further investigation revealed these objects to be two human skeletons wrapped in an embrace. Aside from their sudden manifestation, they were otherwise non-anomalous and have been left undisturbed.
When these objects manifested, SCP-5372 began playing Henry Mancini's "Moon River". Following the conclusion of this performance, a note manifested in SCP-5372's back compartment. The note's contents have been transcribed below.

Eternity
By Edmund Heath
Chilled air, warmed touch
Drips of water punctuate tender silence
Joy of being seen, fear of being known
Dark's embrace, love's embrace
All a comfort in sinful escape
The eyes of nature on us, unjudging, uncaring
Together we stay
Intertwined souls forever more

Footnotes
1. A type of electromagnet used in lithophones.
2. A musical instrument consisting of a rock or pieces of rock which are struck to produce musical notes.
3. Later investigations revealed Mr. Heath to have been an avid practitioner of thaumaturgy.

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BY ORDER OF THE O4 COUNCIL
Due to the plans outlined within Document O4-5373-2, SCP-5373 is currently under official military engagement from the SCP Foundation. This file might be outdated at the time of your access and is Level 4 Classified.
Unauthorized access is forbidden.

5373

Item#: 5373

Level4

Containment Class:
esoteric

Secondary Class:
gödel

Disruption Class:
ekhi

Risk Class:
notice

link to memo

▶ Open Archived Special Containment Procedures ◀

▼ Close Archived Special Containment Procedures ▼

All Foundation interaction with SCP-5373 for any containment purposes is indefinitely forbidden. Under no circumstances should any action other than monitoring SCP-5373's effect on the outside world be undertaken against it.
Site-120 is to send weekly reports regarding SCP-5373's state to Overwatch Command regularly, as it is to serve as the main monitoring organ. Every two weeks, an unarmed exploration squad is to enter SCP-5373, adhering to all local rules it has in order to assess any changes within its society.
No further action is necessary nor encouraged.

Revised Special Containment Procedures: Following the passing of the vote during the 01/05/1985 summit of the O4 Council, SCP-5373 is under official SCP Foundation blockade. At this time, leaving the anomaly is strictly forbidden. Until PoI-5936 ("Damien Nowak")1 is properly eliminated, the system blocking the escape entries is to be activated for as long as needed.
Should the crisis be properly dealt with, the Special Containment Procedures are to revert to their Archived version and this file is to be updated to adhere to this change.
Archival Notice: Foundation personnel accessing this file for overview information regarding Esterberg should be reminded that it primarily acts as a file pertaining to Operation Neverland. For exact information regarding the Free Port, please access the attached external file.
Description: SCP-5373 is FP-120, a Free Port-type Nexus currently existing within a pocket dimension parallel to the city of Częstochowa, Poland, commonly referred to as "Tysiąclecie Górne" in Polish or "Esterberg" in Fae, acting as the hub of operations for GoI-120 ("Triumviraté").2

One of the five entries into SCP-5373 as seen behind an abandoned factory building in Częstochowa, Poland.

Although this area is strictly separated from baseline reality, it is accessible through five main entries from baseline reality, one for each of its districts, connecting these two dimensions together leading into one of its districts. All of them are located throughout the entirety of Częstochowa, Poland, only accessible to individuals knowing the passcodes necessary to pass through each door. Despite the location of these entries and / or said password having been noted to be changed about once a century by Esterberg's rulers, the Foundation had been successfully able to locate them following each shift through the usage of scanner technology and thaumaturgic rituals.
Despite mostly acting as a free living space for numerous anomalous races, such as common Fae (Homo sapiens sidhe) or Yeren (Homo sapiens noctis),3 human society is neither a rarity nor an ostracized minority — in fact, the concept of racial discrimination within SCP-5373's boundaries is nearly nonexistent.
SCP-5373's area covers around 59 km x 62 km of land (with 10% of that being taken by the actual city and 90% by the outside), with a centralized citizen-run council currently acting as the main ruling organ for the city. The entire city appears to run on a democratic-socialistic system, with the internal government being run by a body known as the "Council of Three," a group comprised of one Fae, one human, and one Child of the Night, chosen from the city council once every four years in a democratic vote among the council, acting as a position similar to that of prime minister and president to the city.
Due to SCP-5373's large area, it is inherently divided into five different districts, self-referred by its inhabitants as the Ruling District, the Living District, the Market District, the Sewer District, and the Port District.4 Due to their complexity, refer to the Addenda for further information on each.
Discovery and Historical Context: SCP-5373 first came to the Foundation's attention even prior to Site-120's founding in 02/05/1916. During that time, intel from allied minor Groups of Interest revealed the existence of a Free Port within the boundaries of Częstochowa. Following the founding of Provisional Site-120, SCP-5292's discovery (at the time known as PL-X0R38/0124) and the Fae attack that followed, Site-120 had been properly established to watch over the entirety of the Free Port for further action-planning.
With the passing of the 1923 "Free Port Protection" League of Nations Act, any plans of containment of SCP-5373 were immediately discontinued to not break the newly established international law. However, due to a loophole allowing for unarmed Foundation research exploration, further study conducted revealed that SCP-5373 is most likely more than 500 years old. Markings found within its oldest building — the Grand Temple located in the Ruling District — suggest that it was originally created as a refugee camp for anomalous during Medieval times during the attacks by the Catholic Church on the the Fae and Children of the Night populations during the Fourth Occult War, caused by an attempt at resurgence by the Fae Empire in the 13th century.

Second one of the five entries into SCP-5373 as seen within an abandoned block of flats located within Częstochowa, Poland.

Despite SCP-5373's continued existence over the following eras, no major interactions with the human population in any capacity were noted — the only real exception of this rule was the hermetic sealing of the community during the Medieval-era Catholic Church-organized hunts for all that was anomalous, with a focus on individuals possessing thaumaturgic abilities and / or anomalous races. It's believed that this was mainly caused by the fact that almost no representatives of the hunting organizations possessed any knowledge regarding the usage of thaumaturgy; therefore a magical lock on portals leading to SCP-5373 were effectively permanent protection.
During 1916, intel of its existence had been acquired by the Foundation — in the light of this information, further actions were almost immediately undertaken, in the end resulting in Site-120's establishment. For more information regarding these events, see file — SCP-5292.
In recent years, SCP-5373 has been acting as the main hub for all legal anomalous activity within a majority of central Europe. Being both a Foundation influence-free area as well as a society accepting of thaumaturgy, ontokinetic abilities, and other common anomalies, its population consists of more than 50 000 individuals both living within it on a daily basis as well as visiting. Noteworthy is the fact that despite being relatively up-to-date with modern technology, SCP-5373 has no infrastructure supporting cars,5 and its architecture is heavily non-modern, with a currently untitled mixture of neoclassical, gothic, medieval, and modern architecture dominating within.
Due to the relative ease of access to most individuals as well as the fact SCP-5373 is not forbidden to anyone, even Foundation personnel, FP-120 is seen as both a positive phenomenon and a wanted one due to its limitation of any non-controlled anomalous activity within the region — it's currently estimated that due to its existence, at least 100 anomalous events are prevented from being seen by the public on a daily basis.

⚠ FILE UPDATE — 01/05/1985 — Project Neverland Briefing ⚠

Following the receival of intel suggesting that the next planned move of PoI-5936 is going to be an exploration mission into SCP-5373 for the purpose of a gathering of his military force consisting of anomalous races, SCP-5890-1 entities,6 and SCP-5795-2 instances, which are able to remotely compromise Foundation databases. Due to this, as well as information suggesting this event will lead to a destruction of the second metaphysical thaumaturgic circle referred to by his followers as a "Seal," in turn progressing his final, currently unknown, plan.
To counter this, a planned military operation focused only on the elimination of PoI-5936 and his followers has been launched on 17/05/1985 by the Foundation; logs and details of this operation are available below.
Operation details in regards to specific SCP-5373 Districts are marked in the color of blue.

Addendum 5373-1: Specific SCP-5373 District Descriptions

The entry point into the Sewer District as seen by MTF Theta-120 (portal-entry-enduced visual anomalies removed).

The Sewer District: Being the smallest district within all of FP-120, the sewer district acts as the city's main garbage disposal system. Within its boundaries, numerous thaumaturgy-operated burners as well as other machinery to which all pipes and sewage lines are connected, are located. Despite this system however, a large portion of the underground sewer system is either heavily outdated due to its age and repurposed for usage by anomalous races finding the environment it creates to be beneficial. Such modifications range from mass grave / crypt areas,7 tunnel underground black markets, and housing areas for the previously mentioned races to connections to local cave areas.
Entry into the Sewer District is available directly through a loose portal located within Częstochowa's sewers, through which the Foundation leads almost all exploration missions into SCP-5373 due to the relative secrecy that location offers. However, due to the loose dimensional boundary enforcement this way of dimensional separation creates, numerous minor anomalous behaviors have been noted to affect the non-SCP-5373 part of the gateway, with the most present one being the feeling of a powerful presence within the Częstochowian sewers. However, as none of these effects is severe enough to affect anything else than the extremely small space that is the connection between Częstochowa and SCP-5373, no action against them was declared necessary.
The Sewer District is to act as the starting point to the PoI-5936 Capture Mission, further referred to as "Project Neverland." There, a total of five MTF units are to be dispatched as the beginning to this operation, with their main goal being heading towards the Ruling District, where a Foundation-contacted inside agent is planned to provide more intel information to the squads regarding Nowak's whereabouts; after this occurs, the main focus is on locating the area he resides in and eliminating him.

▶ Open Exploration Log 5373-1 ◀

▼ Close Exploration Log 5373-1 ▼

Date: 17/05/1985
Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Theta-120 ("Tyrfing Black")8
Subject: SCP-5373, Sewer District
Team Lead: Dr. Asheworth
Team Members: Dr. Rivera, Cptn. Cornwell
Foreword: Due to the relative importance of the video logs gathered from MTF Theta-120, theirs are the only ones currently attached to this file. For a full log of Project Neverland video logs, contact Site-120's General RAISA Chairman, James Moore.

[BEGIN LOG]
The camera feed connects, revealing a small and tight corridor located within SCP-5373's sewers, with portal-entry-induced visual bugs relatively stabilizing themselves. With a total of five MTF units standing within the murk waters of the location, all of them silently nod to each other and start to walk forward to the end of the tunnel, from which a light is coming.
Asheworth: To make sure — we're going with Alpha-2 to Ruling, right?
One of the men present within the room turns back to Asheworth, with the thaumaturge snapping his fingers, resulting in a dim light above everyone's head lighting up.
Alpha-2-1: Yes. We split up here and re-join near the stairs to the Grand Temple. Everyone else asserts the situation.
Alpha-2-1 pauses for a second.
Alpha-2-1: If you see or hear anything weird, report through the radio.
Asheworth: Roger.
The four other teams quickly head for the exit, with the three remaining individuals stay for a moment.
Rivera: Stop.
Asheworth turns back to look at Rivera.
Asheworth: Hm?
Rivera: We should go right.
Cornwell: The instructions we were given clearly state we should go left. There we'll meet up with Nine and—
Rivera: Left will get us there quicker.
Cornwell: Wh… how do you know this?
Rivera: I don't know, I just…
Rivera touches her forehead, starting to gently massage it.
Rivera: I just know.
She pauses for a second.
Rivera: Look, ever since I've awoken reality-bending within me during our time in 5795, things have been… different, alright? I… I don't fully understand, but—
Asheworth: It's okay.
All pause for a moment.
Cornwell: A mage and a reality bender leading a Site dealing with mages and reality benders. Heh.
Cornwell chuckles nervously.
Asheworth: <sigh> Not the time.
Cornwell: Sorry.
Rivera: Let's just go.
As Rivera starts to walk left, the team follows. Shortly after, the camera reveals a long corridor, populated with numerous market stands, lanterns hanging from the ceiling, and doors and windows leading into living spaces near them, all located within the sewer despite its everpresent wetness. At the end of the tunnel, there is light.
Cornwell: Ew.
Coming close to the local market stands, a widely smiling SCP-1000 instance appears from behind one of them. The entity approaches the team with a small bag filled with unidentified items in its hands.
The entity: <in a thick accent>: Hello there, fellow humans. <chuckle> Would you possibly like to—
Cornwell: <Backing off a little>: Oh Jesus, I— <Cornwell points his gun at the entity> S-stay back!
The entity's expression changes to shock. Shortly, after it quickly runs away.
Rivera: What the fuck, Jeremy?
Cornwell: What?
Rivera: What "what?" You exactly know what. Why the fuck did you do that?
Cornwell: Do what?
Rivera: Do that to that goddamned 1000. He didn't even—
Cornwell: Not my fault I naturally feel afraid of th—
Rivera scoffs.
Rivera: Are you even listening to what—
Asheworth: Shut up.
Both stop fighting, turning their heads towards Asheworth.
Cornwell: If this is your attempt at—
Asheworth: I said, shut up.
Rivera: What's going on?
Asheworth: He is somewhere here.
Cornwell: Huh?
Asheworth: I can sense him.
Rivera: Are you sure you're fine? Last time you were like this you were obss—
Asheworth: Yes, I'm fine. I've given up on my past a long time ago.
Asheworth pauses for a second.
Asheworth: All I care about now is making sure this piece of shit doesn't hurt anyone else.
The feed is turned off as the team enters out of the sewers.
[END LOG]

A section of one of the smaller temples located within the Ruling District.

The Ruling District: Despite its extreme size, the Ruling District doesn't house as many buildings as it would be expected to — in fact, most of its area is covered by large administrative buildings, the main parliament housing the city council and the Council of Three, houses of individuals bearing rule over the city, and its religious buildings — with the oldest and the largest of them being the Grand Temple, which acts as the main housing unit for SCP-5373's thaumaturgic and theological activities. Due to the buildings it houses, most of the Ruling District's area is severely renovated above any other area within the city.
Being the oldest part of the city as suggested by prior scans, the Ruling District possesses by far the highest rankings of Akiva radiation out of the entire city, with the focus point of this radiation being the Grand Temple, which is also the oldest building within the entire city. It's theorized that this is mainly caused by the sheer amount of religious activity it houses every day due to its size — however, this doesn't explain why energy amounts similar to those excreted by dietic entities are mainly focused on underground parts of the facility.
Due to the relatively rich population of the Ruling District, a relatively large portion of its buildings are directly owned by large Groups of Interest, with the main players within this area being Marshall, Carter & Darke, which possesses an official auctionhouse within the district and the Global Occult Coalition with its own office and a patrolling force. Additionally, numerous cults and smaller religious organizations such as the Church of the Broken God, the Serpent's Hand, with a direct portal to the Wanderers' Library in one of its buildings, singular believers of Sarkicism, and a small but formidable cult of individuals worshiping an unknown deity known as "Father" have been found within the numerous minor chapels and religious buildings the Ruling District offers.
Following their escape from the Sewer District, Project Neverland exploration teams are to head into the direction of the Grand Temple, where they are to meet the Foundation's inside agents, from whom they are to collect information regarding Nowak's whereabouts (this information wasn't forwarded prior due to the chance of compromisation this offer would hold for the agents). After this exchange is done, the team is to act accordingly to the information provided with the goal of capturing PoI-5936 in mind.

▶ Open Exploration Log 5373-2 ◀

▼ Close Exploration Log 5373-2 ▼

[BEGIN LOG]
The feed reconnects, revealing the prior exploration team walking up pearl-white stairs leading to a large temple building located atop it. On the cover of the large opened stone doors leading to the building's interiors, numerous highly detailed pictographs of humanoid entities being worshiped can be seen, covering almost all of the doors' area. Within the walls around them, tall pillars as well as detailed decorations can be seen, with a large, curvy-lettered sign sitting atop the entry.
Asheworth: "Show repentance, mortals, for you are entering the house of gods." That's… one cheesy way to put it.
Cornwell: What?
Asheworth: <pointing towards the sign:> That's what it says. In Fae, I mean.
Asheworth chuckles nervously, proceeding to walk up faster; Rivera and Cornwell quickly catch up, a moment later standing near the entry to the building. From within, a silent whistle can be heard, immediately alarming Rivera.
Rivera: That's our sign. Let's go.
The team enters into the building through the large doors, revealing a gigantic hall with a ceiling held up by numerous pillars scattered throughout the room. Along its walls, numerous large mosaics with Fae descriptions can be seen, all showing a large humanoid entity — however, the details of them remain mostly unknown due to the distance between the team and the pictures.
In the background, a large altar with an extremely large mosaic, covering almost all of the wall, can be seen. The painting showcases a large field among which numerous entities stand. Among them, a large stag, a large, pale humanoid, a man carrying a sword of pure light, a Child of the Night walking with a cane in his hand, large tree, and a mass of flesh with eyes can be seen located on its left, with the destroyed images of two Fae wearing crowns, crowned humanoid painted crimson, a mass of gears and metal, as well as a large serpent encompassing all of these entities on the right. In the center, a featureless humanoid entity is standing, visibly above all others; the material previously used to make it up seems to be destroyed, purposefully leaving only its silhouette visible. Above it, red tendril-like appendages coming from the top of the mosaic can be seen.
Cornwell: Woah.
As the entire team looks around in disbelief, two members of other dispatched MTFs approach them from their right, showing them to come closer. Doing so, Theta-120 slowly uncovers the area within which the wall mosaics are seen.
Alpha-2-1: You good?
Asheworth: Yes. All's fine. The rest?
Alpha-2-1: Omega, Beta, and Gamma are guarding the outsides. We really don't want anyone to know we're here for the info.
Cornwell: But, uh, we didn't see them anywhere?
Alpha-2-1: That just means they're doing their job.
All pause for a second.
Alpha-2-1: <pointing towards the rest of the team located near the altar:> Our correspondent said they'll only accept us to pass on the info, meaning you'll have to wait here. Won't take longer than a couple of minutes.
The man joins the rest of his team near the altar, near which a hooded entity can be seen. They start to engage in a silent conversation.
As neither of Theta-120 members have anything else to do, Asheworth and Rivera start to investigate the wall mosaics present near them — Cornwell appears to not be interested with them, as he sits down in one of the wall cavities and starts to clear his gun.
Rivera: And what on earth are those?
Asheworth: Well, they are murals, I suppose.
Rivera rolls her eyes and sighs.
Rivera: No shit.
The duo comes closer, revealing the entire wall is separated into 5 identically-sized panels, located within shallow cavities and with small descriptions in Fae located beneath them.
Asheworth turns back, looking at the other side of the wall — there, an identical mirroring of the location can be seen.
Asheworth: "I. The left-behind kingdom."
He looks up, showing a mural showcasing a large, blue, featureless humanoid entity located in the center of the image, sitting atop a throne. Around it, numerous smaller blue humanoids can be seen, kneeling near it. In the background, a large, luminous, red mass with tentacle-like appendages can be seen. It doesn't touch any of the other entities present in the painting.
Rivera: <pointing at the red mass:> Is that… Yoldoboath?
Asheworth: It's too transparent and… ghostly, I think? Never seen any representation of it before.
The two slowly move to the left, showing the next panel.
Asheworth: "II. The deal."
The second panel showcases the tall blue humanoid, kneeling under the red mass. Within the humanoid's hands, numerous smaller blue humanoids can be seen, each being presented to the red entity. From one of the apendeges of the red entity, unidentified items can be seen; behind it, a number of small red humanoids equivalent to that of the offered blue ones are present.
Rivera: So someone… dealt with something, in exchange for people, getting what in return, exactly?
Asheworth: Technology, I imagine. Or at least some material wealth. No idea.
Shrugging, he proceeds to the next image, which showcases two visibly divided parts — the top one, within which the red mass with numerous parts of it covered in holes, numerous unidentified items from the last panel, as well as a number of red humanoids identical to the one of the blue ones from panel one can be seen. Separated from the bottom panel with a black line, within the down portion, the tall blue humanoid can be seen, in visible stress, with parts of its body missing. Despite this divide and most of the red mass being located atop the panel, a slight red appendage penetrating this wall can be seen.
Asheworth: "III. The escape."
Rivera: They fought, I imagine?
Asheworth: Probably. Ended in the blue one running away from whatever its home was.
Rivera: Why though?
Asheworth points at the red humanoids.
Asheworth: The red one probably overpowered the blue one by sheer numbers. Too many deals to do anyone good, I guess.
Proceeding to the fourth panel, the team reveals an open plain, with the tall humanoid present in its center — from its hands, plants and two small entities looking similar to humans can be seen emerging. Within the blue entity's eyes, a slight red light can be seen.
Asheworth: "IV. The creation of life." Eugh. Seen and heard too many world-creation stories. Sick of them.
Rivera: Agreed.
The fifth mural showcases five smaller circles located around the entity — the tall humanoid has parts of its body missing, with one of its eyes burning with a red light, sand its visibly connected to the five circles, with parts of its body present within them. One of these circles is slightly damaged.
Asheworth: "V. Imprisonment.."
Rivera: So it… put itself in a prison? Why?
Asheworth: The red one somehow penetrated the barrier and got to it. Wanted to lock itself with red so it won't destroy everything again, I suppose.
Rivera: <proceeding after a short pause:> What does all of this mean?
Asheworth: <rolling his eyes and chuckling nervously:> Nothing. Weird religious bullshit, I guess. Wouldn't give my head to the imagination of a weird sculpturer from hundreds of years ago.
Rivera: I guess you're right.
As they both stop talking, suddenly, all three members of Alpha-2 can be seen rushing towards them, visibly stressed. The hooded entity is nowhere to be seen.
Alpha-2-1: <sigh> It's becoming a goddamned catchphrase during this entire case, isn't it?
Rivera: What's going on?
Alpha-2-1 speeds up his walk, quickly showing near the exist.
Alpha-2-1: We're already too late.
[END LOG]

The lake directly visible from the Port District. Notice the lack of any visible shoreline.

The Port District: Despite its name, the Port District's actual port hasn't been the center of the attention it gets for a long time — that title inherently belongs to the storehouses the sector houses, used by numerous suppliers within the city, especially for establishments located within the Living District and the Market District. Due to boats becoming more of an obsolete movement method as well as the closing of all river-based entries into SCP-5373 within the couple last centuries, the actual port is now more of a decoration / tourist attraction rather than a functioning trade center; though boats still roam the waters of the foggy lake, Lake Arlande, connected to the harbor, trade through this method is almost nonexistent.
Despite being mostly populated by large warehouses as well as markets from the Market District, numerous other buildings, including houses, still do exist within the Port District's area — the biggest landmark being the gigantic lighthouse located on the shores of Lake Arlande. The building, being powered by a thaumaturgic flame, permanently exhorts a large pillar of light, regularly patrolling the harbor. Despite no real need for this, a local legend attributing the flame's wealth to the wealth of the city exists; no correlation has ever been noted, but Esterbergians keep the flame permanently alive as a visible tradition.
After the information exchange within the Ruling District will become successful, Project Neverland personnel are to head within the location within which PoI-5936 is planned to locate himself, in the process adhering to as many safety rules as possible — not being detected by the target prior to engagement is top priority. During the relocation process, all individuals involved are to keep an eye out for any irregularities within SCP-5373's terrain, with structures such as thaumaturgic glyphs, runes, totems or any other items possibly used for the completion of a ritual being items they are to look for the most. All such irregularities are to be immediately destroyed with specific instructions being given out by local mission thaumaturges.

▶ Open Exploration Log 5373-3 ◀

▼ Close Exploration Log 5373-3 ▼

[BEGIN LOG]
Entering into the large opening from which the port can be seen, the entire team can be seen quickly moving up the road leading uphill towards the Living District. Despite the normal traffic, the location would offer, almost no one can be seen around them. Passing near houses, doors, and windows seem to be shut along the team's walk path.
Asheworth: So what the fuck is even going on?!
Alpha-2-1: <panting:> I… Nowak's here. Already.
Alpha-2-1 speeds up.
Alpha-2-1: He's in the Market District with everyone.
Asheworth: Everyone?
Alpha-2-1: Everyone. His monsters and the monsters that live here.
Rivera: H-how is that possible? No scanners of ours detected anything, even today—
Alpha-2-1: I don't know. The priest told me something within everyone called them to the market. Whatever the fuck that means.
Asheworth frowns, starting to run. Rivera quickly catches up, visibly panting and tired.
Rivera: D-do you… know anything… about what that… means?
Asheworth: I… yes, I do. There's a legend he used to tell us when new people joined.
Rivera: Joined what?
Asheworth: <rolling his eyes:> The cult, Rivera. It's not that hard to think out.
Asheworth cracks his fingers, with the runes on his gloves starting to dimly lit themselves up.
Asheworth: He used to tell us we are, on a fundamental level, the same — that there is something within us that made us the same.
Rivera: The fuck does that… m-mean?
Asheworth: I don't know. I'm just afraid he used whatever that is to call all of them there.
The team approaches a thin alleyway, blocked by numerous crates and chests, blocking entry. On them, a large red rune can be seen.
Asheworth: Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck, fuck!
Asheworth backs off, snapping his fingers and whistling quietly. The crates suddenly engulf themselves in flame as the area around the thaumaturge's eyes starts to slightly wither.
Rivera: I… What—?
Asheworth: It meant sacrifice. He's ready to open another one of his seals. Here, now…
Rivera: Oh Jesus.
The two run out of the alleyway, finding a way around it — this time, they're visibly closer to the hill housing the Market District than before.
Asheworth: …and he's ready to sacrifice the entire city to do it.
Asheworth suddenly stops. As he does so, Cornwell catches up to them, catching his breath.
Cornwell: And what the fuck are you doing?!
Asheworth starts to kneel, closing his eyes, and touching the ground.
Asheworth: Run. Get his pets and mages before they can finish the ritual. I'll catch up.
Rivera: What?! Why?!
Asheworth: <quietly;> I'll put a failsafe up for when you inevitably fail.
Cornwell: I—
Asheworth: I said — go!
The two start to run, heading up the hill. Doing so, they reveal a large opening near the buildings, from which the Great Market can be seen overlapping with the living district down below — there, an extreme amount of individuals, both anomalous race-wise and nonanomalous, can be seen. Due to the distance however, their details cannot be made out. From within the mass, a loud speech can be heard — similarly, no details can be heard.
Rivera: Shit, shit, shit!
Rivera picks up her communication device, quickly putting it to her ear.
Rivera: Command?
No response is given.
Rivera: Command?! Do you copy?
She gently slaps the device a couple times, to no result.
Rivera: Alpha-2?! Beta?! Where the fuck is any—
Cornwell approaches her, touching her shoulder. He slowly points towards the sky above the Great Market.
Cornwell: L-look.
Said sky rapidly changes into a large circle, quickly expanding with each second — with this expansion, numerous other details, such as thaumaturgic details within it can be found.
Rivera: Oh no. No no no no no.
Rivera backs off a little, in result falling to her knees. Standing up, she looks backwards.
Rivera: Oh Jesus.
Cornwell: Wh— oh.
Cornwell looks backwards, from which a large wall made out of flame can be seen expanding around the entire Living and Market District from where Asheworth should be located. The barrier is around 4 meters tall and 2 meters thick, with no signs of spreading beyond its area being seen.
Cornwell: Has he lost his mind?!
Rivera: He… he didn't bluff. Jesus Christ.
Both pause for a second, catching their breath.
Rivera: So… what the hell do we do?
Cornwell: We can't go back, or that psycho will burn us to death with his insane barrier…
Rivera: …but if we go forward, another one will murder us, this time intentionally.
Rivera sighs.
Rivera: Let's end this here, once and for all.
She steps forward, reading her gun.
Rivera: For the better of everyone.
As they charge down into the crowd of people located in the market, the feed suddenly disconnects as the shouting from the area gets louder.
[END LOG]

A part of the Living District as photographed by off-duty Site-120 personnel.

The Living District: Being the main center of the entire populace of SCP-5373, the Living District is the largest area within all of FP-120. Despite being mostly filled with houses and buildings built with similar purposes, the district possesses numerous buildings commonly found within urban areas, such as shops, restaurants, and small businesses. Due to this as well as the large clientele the area offers, numerous smaller Groups of Interest were noted to open their locals within, with the most active players being Wilson's Wildlife Solutions with an active shelter for stray animals titled "Wilson's Esterberg Center" and Ambrose Restaurants, with numerous smaller sub-instances located within. Surprisingly, Ambrose does not possess any subinstances outside of the Living District — the reasons for this remain unknown.
Despite being an active nexus for anomalous inhabitants, it's been noted that numerous portals appear to lead out of parts of the area, connecting areas inhabited by anomalous races spread across Poland to this area; examples of such include SCP-1000 habitats within the Podlasian Voivodeship, Fae habitats in the Wielkopolska areas, and Finfolk housings near the Baltic Sea.
Though initially entirely separate, due to the ever-increasing amount of residents requiring vital products on a daily basis, the Living District and the Market District partially overlap, resulting in a large area of the Great Market existing partially within the latter.
During the search for PoI-5936 following the inquiry of vital information regarding his whereabouts, Project Neverland personnel are to be especially worried about potential threats coming from within SCP-5373 inhabitants — as seen from prior interactions, Damien Nowak possesses an inherent ability to turn normally neutral parties against the Foundation; with FP-120 possessing numerous potentially dangerous races as well as the Living District's large amount of inhabitants, special caution is to be shown during the operation.

▶ Open Exploration Log 5373-4 ◀

▼ Close Exploration Log 5373-4 ▼

[BEGIN LOG]
The feed reconnects, revealing Rivera and Cornwell standing in a large, densly-packed crowd standing around a large open area, filled to the brim with a mix of humans, Children of the Night, Fae, and other anomalous races. All of them are focused on a large platform located in the center of this market, upon which approximately 20 individuals can be seen. One of them, identifiable as PoI-5936, is visibly the center of the attention.
Rivera, holding a gun in her hand, looks around the entire area, scouting around its perimeter. Though initially not noticing anything, she quickly notices four Project Neverland MTF squads standing within entry alleyways into the market — they establish eye contact with her, nodding in the process. Just as she is about to turn her focus back at the man standing atop the platform, for a moment, she notices a man wearing a red tuxedo and a hat standing near the edge of her vision, quickly disappearing into the crowd around him. She disregards it as an illusion and focuses on Nowak.
Nowak: —ever. For years, all they have done is cause suffering towards everyone they deem "anomalous." Am I wrong?
The crowd cheers. Above them in the sky, a large, red, thaumaturgic circle can be seen growing, with dim, red light appearing near the eyes of individuals standing in the crowd. They do not notice it.
Nowak: And even after all of this, do you still really believe they won't double down? They rooted your natural habitats out, they burned your forests, and they murdered your families — do you genuinely think they won't destroy this heaven you've built yourself here, after all they've done?
Nowak turns around, kneeling on the ground with one knee and starting to draw a circle around himself using chalk. Similarly, the men around him start to do the same.
As Rivera attempts to walk closer to Cornwell, her messaging device suddenly starts to buzz aggressively.
Asheworth: <inaudible> —let him finish. I repeat — do not <inaudible>!
Rivera taps the device numerous times, putting it next to her ear.
Rivera: What?! I can't hear you?!
Asheworth: I've put the barrier all around Living and Market Di— <inaudible>; I'm currently near you from your <inaudible>.
Rivera: But what were you saying the first time?!
Asheworth: I said do not let him finish the ri<inaudible>ual! I decoded the signs and it literally means "to sacrifice rage;" he <inaudible> to rally them up and then literally consume their rage <inaudible> a vector to break the second Seal, I— <inaudible>
Silence for several seconds.
Rivera: Asheworth? Asheworth?!
Asheworth: I repeat — do not let him finish the ri<inaudible>! It will most likely destroy all of Es<inaudible>; even if you have to result to violence, do— <inaudible>.
Further contact cannot be established.
Rivera walks away from the crowd, connecting into the channel linking to the other MTFs.
Rivera: Command, do you read?
Response Channel: Yes, but there are dis<inaudible>tions, we— <inaudible>
Rivera: Did you hear what Asheworth said?
Response Channel: Yes, do not comply. We will be there— <inaudible>
Nowak: It is high time we take back what is rightfully ours, friends! With the power of Father we will gain after letting him out of his prison, breaking the Five Chains guarding him, we will be free!
Nowak pauses for a second.
Nowak: Join me, friends, as we take back your forests. your bogs, your seas, and your hills! Join me, as we take it back with the power of the God that made us all the way we are! Join me, as we do it together, with no divides, no Foundations, no prisons, and no wars! Scream, my friends, for we will be free!
The crowd screams with applause, and Nowak bows at the scene. With each increase in the sound of the roar, the circle above the crowd grows, encompassing almost the entire sky around the Living District.
Unknown voice: New orders. Engage with PoI-5936 under any circumstance, even through force. Do not let the ritual be finished, even if you have to murder these people in return.
Rivera: W-What?
Unknown voice: Direct order from O5-9.
Rivera: What does that mean?
No response is given.
Rivera: What does that mean?!
Response Channel: I'm sorry, friends.
The response channel turns off, showing only static. As red, luminescent light starts glowing from each of the members of the crowd into the circle, all MTF units surrounding the market walk down into the crowd.
The circle abruptly explodes, releasing red mist everywhere in sight — due to this, Rivera's vision is visibly obstructed. From her left, screams begin to be heard as a fire starts to take over the buildings around her. She glances at the stage, only to see Nowak quickly running away into the block surrounding the location around the area.
As the crowd starts to run away from the direction from which the MTF units engaged, Cornwell gets pushed into the direction it's walking in. Suddenly, Asheworth runs into Rivera from the back, grabbing her by the shoulders.
Asheworth: What… the.. fuck is going on?!
Rivera: I… I don't… I don't—
Asheworth: Grab a hold of yourself, for fuck's sake! What's going on?!
Rivera: O5-9 suddenly ordered military engagement with the area, wanting only to capture Nowa—
Asheworth looks around, noticing the squads coming from the left. From within their eyes, highly dense red light can be seen.
Asheworth: Oh Jesus. Oh no.
Rivera: Wha—
Asheworth: It was all true. We need to get away from here.
Rivera: What was true?!
Asheworth: The murals, the— everything! We need to get him, now! I understand everything now, it's—
Asheworth notices Nowak running into one of the buildings, which appears to catch fire from the ones surrounding it. As the fog falls down upon the city, more and more screams can be heard.
Asheworth: We end this, here and now.
Asheworth grabs Rivera by her hand and takes her into the flaming building within which Nowak is located. The feed disconnects.
[END LOG]

The intersection sector between SCP-5373's Market District and the Port District.

The Market District: Being the center of all trade within SCP-5373, the Market District consists mainly of an extremely large open area referred to as the Grand Market, which in turn consists almost entirely of markets, shops, and other commercial buildings. Despite the fact that almost the entire district is populated by this area, smaller agglomerations of housing units still exist, though noticeably smaller. Due to the overlap between both areas, with each year of their existence, both have been noted to lose their distinct borders more and more, with each year fusing into each other.
Should any previously unaccounted for events disrupt Project Neverland, personnel are to be reminded that the Market District is an area within which they can take cover — due to the almost nonexistent authority patrols and the existence of an easy connection to the Sewer District, the possibility of seeking refuge within this area has been noted to be extremely easy. Paired with the fact that personnel trained with opening dimensional rifts will find such activity greatly easier due to the relative dimensional instability the region offers, the area can act as a perfect failsafe in case of an emergency.

▶ Open Exploration Log 5373-5 ◀

▼ Close Exploration Log 5373-5 ▼

[BEGIN LOG]
Rivera is standing in the living room of a burning building, breathing quickly. Her left hand is located in the air, near which Asheworth levitates slightly above the ground, unable to move. Around him, a purple transparent bubble can be seen. His right arm is bleeding, and he is breathing heavily. Rivera's eyes are burning with a bright, purple light, with the woman being visibly tired. Her right hand is holding a pistol, pointed at Nowak, who is holding his knee in an expression of pain. From within the pistol, smoke is coming out.
Rivera: Explain yourself.
Nowak: W-What?
Rivera: During that speech, I heard some reason within your voice. You have two minutes to explain yourself and your actions, here and now.
Nowak: I, I don't—
Rivera: Why? Just… why are you doing all of this?
Nowak looks angrily at her, crawling slightly back. he touches the ground with his right hand.
Nowak: Exactly why you heard me back there. You take everything from everyone. I will take it back for them, even if I had to do it through awakening gods. That's what Heaven is, at its core. I—
Asheworth: Liar!
Nowak: Oh, can you just shut up? You've already proven how faithful you are all those years ago, and I—
Asheworth: You dare to tell me—
Rivera: Can the both of you just shut the fuck up?! Just tell me what on earth happened between you, or I fucking swear to god I will end this here and now!
She gasps violently, hissing in an expression of pain.
Asheworth: Years ago, I was a part of his cult. I believed his cause, blinded by his words like an utter idiot…
Asheworth pauses.
Asheworth: I rose through the ranks quickly and with relative ease, eventually ending up as one of the leaders of it, even finding love in one of my friends. Natalie. Her name was Natalie.
Asheworth sighs, scratching his eye in the process.
Asheworth: Then, one night, he discovered something. Something so big we needed to execute the ritual to do it immediately. Ignoring everything else.
Nowak: That night, I found Father. He spoke to me, telling me to contact him in any way possible. He told me he'll help us. And so I did. I initiated a portal through which we could speak normally. And then he and his little lover tried to murder me, betraying everything we—
Asheworth: What?! You dare to tell me I attacked you?! After being the conduit for the goddamned ritual, you tried to murder me! I survived solely because… because, she… she—
Nowak: Yes, because I killed her! You and her wanted to kill everyone there, trying to end everything we worked so hard to accomplish, I—
Asheworth: No!
With two moves of his hands, Asheworth breaks from the bubble, materializing a flame within his hand. He rushed to Nowak, but is immediately stopped by another invisible wall. Rivera screams, trying to hold him back.
Rivera: No! Stop! I—
Asheworth screams, charging at the other man, snapping his fingers. The flame around his fingers moves quickly, attempting to locate Nowak, which violently dashes backward in an attempt to dodge the attack.
Doing so, the floor beneath him collapses, revealing a large, orange circle, which entirely consumes Nowak. He grins angrily, and looks at Asheworth.
Nowak: Two seals down, three to go.
As the portal closes, Rivera falls to the ground, unable to sustain Asheworth's prison any longer. She holds her head in her hands and starts to weep. The thaumaturge falls on the floor, quickly standing up.
Rivera: I.. I'm.. I'm sorry, I… I tried, I wanted to… I… he sounded reasonable, I just… he escaped, again and I… I…
Asheworth: It's… <sigh> It's okay. I don't fault you for wanting to see good in people.
He comes near her, trying hugging her in the process.
Asheworth: But I will say this — I assure you this will be the last time he will ever escape.
Rivera looks directly into Asheworth's face.
Rivera: W-What? Why?
Asheworth: Because this time, I know where he's going.
[END LOG]

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Footnotes
1. A dangerous, rogue thaumaturgic terrorist, leader of an anti-Foundation group known as "the Children," actively attempting to destroy it, and the main operation force behind the planned activation of five ritual sites, the first one being that in SCP-5936, with an unknown purpose. Responsible for the creation of at least 3 other anomalies documented by the Foundation.
2. GoI-120, Fae for "we will prevail;" a large-scale organized Fae terrorist group, focused on reclaiming its supposed territory back from humanity; full report pending.
3. With a population graph showing approximately 40% / 30% / 30% for Fae, Yeren, and other races respectively.
4. Though the area outside of SCP-5373 does not possess any sea connections, the Port District does — it is currently theorized that this internal sea system connects to the river of Warta outside of the pocket dimension.
5. But possesses one for trams.
6. Which, due to their containment breach, possess knowledge of the Foundation's inner workings as well as numerous other SCP files within its database.
7. With one of such possessing an extremely deep tunnel with an internal temperature of over 120°C, anomalously not spreading outside its boundaries; due to this property, where it leads remains unknown.
8. A three-man Mobile Task Force consisting of the main research group of the The Damien Nowak case; despite their relatively high rankings within the Foundation — these being the Site Director statuses of Jessie Rivera and Daniel Asheworth and the Chief of Security status of Jeremy Cornwell — the team was decided to be a valuable field resource due to their high knowledge of PoI-5936.

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Item #: SCP-5374
Level 2/5374

Object Class: Keter
Classified

SCP-5374's farm.

Special Containment Procedures: Embedded Foundation assets are to surveil all large astronomy organisations and prevent them from detecting SCP-5374 or SCP-5374-1. The Interstellar Anomaly Unit (IAU) is to monitor SCP-5374 directly for any changes in behaviour patterns that may indicate a need for additional containment procedures.
All remaining cows on the property owned by Farmer Grey's All Natural Cattle Co are currently being investigated for evidence of anomalous properties.
Description: SCP-5374 is a 1.14 meter tall, grey skinned, hairless humanoid with large black eyes and no visible nose or ears. The origin of this entity is currently unknown, but it is fully sapient and has access to advanced anomalous technology in the form of SCP-5374-1. Prior to containment, it owned and operated Farmer Grey's All Natural Cattle Co under the alias ‘Allen Grey'.
SCP-5374-1 is a spacecraft approximately 26 meters in diameter that is capable of both atmospheric flight and travel through hard vacuum. It is disc shaped, with a raised dome in the centre and a cannon-like mechanism on the base. This mechanism is capable of emitting directed beams of light that can disintegrate solid matter. SCP-5374-1 is invisible to radar and all other known means of detection except direct visual identification.
SCP-5374-1 was active across the mainland USA from June 2016 until it was contained by the Foundation on 13/01/2017. It has proven difficult to distinguish reports of genuine sightings of SCP-5374-1 from the large quantity of false UFO reports received across the USA each year1 and as such, the following log consists only of sightings that can be linked to suspected or known SCP-5374 activity.

Log of Notable SCP-5374-1 sightings

Sighting
Event
Notes

24/06/16
A sighting matching SCP-5374-1's description was reported in Haskell County Texas. 3 cows were discovered missing from a Haskell County farm2.
First known SCP-5374-1 sighting.

27/07/16
Several crop circles were identified in multiple farms across Nebraska, along with multiple sightings of SCP-5374-1. All crop circles were in the shape of words, notably including ‘arsehole', ‘bastards' and ‘pillocks'.
This event was attributed to local pranksters at the time, but is now considered SCP-5374 related.

03/08/16
A large explosion occurred in a farm in Kansas, which was later discovered to be SCP-5665 related. One eyewitness reported a craft matching SCP-5374-1's description travelling away from the scene emitting large quantities of black smoke.
Indicates SCP-5374-1 may be vulnerable to explosive ordnance.

10/11/16
A farm security guard witnessed SCP-5374 attempting to corral several cows into SCP-5374-1. When he confronted SCP-5374, it produced a device described as resembling a ‘ray gun' and threatened the guard with disintegration, before escaping aboard SCP-5374-1.
The device was recovered from the scene by local police and found to be a non-anomalous children's toy.

12/12/16
The CEOs of Tyson Foods, Cargill Meat Solutions and Conagra Brands were abducted by SCP-5374 and taken to an area they described as a ‘barren alien planet'. Once there, they were threatened with disintegration if their companies continued to export beef and beef related products to the UK. Shortly afterwards, they were found naked in a cattle field in southern California.
The abducted CEOs were interrogated, amnesticised and returned to their homes. Based on geographical descriptions and analysis of mineral residue found on their persons, the location they were transported to was determined to be Trefil Quarry, Wales. This event alerted the Foundation to SCP-5374, and investigation revealed numerous previous instances of cow related SCP-5374 activity.

13/01/17
After becoming aware of SCP-5374, Foundation optical satellites were redirected to monitor multiple large cattle farms in the mainland USA. On 13/01/17 SCP-5374-1 was sighted and satellites were able to track it to its location of origin.
SCP-5374 was discovered to reside in a small farmhouse in rural Yorkshire, United Kingdom.

Recovery Log-5374

On the evening of 14/01/17, remote surveillance identified that SCP-5374 was present within the farmhouse, and SCP-5374-1 was located in a nearby barn. A raid by a team of Agents from Site-109 was conducted and SCP-5374 was taken into containment, along with SCP-5374-1. Notably, it was not wearing the silver spacesuit that it had been described as wearing in all previous encounters, and instead wore conventional human clothing, including a tweed jacket and flat cap.
The residence and surrounding area were searched and no anomalous technology was discovered, other than SCP-5374-1 itself. The contents of the house were unremarkable, with the exception of a large collection of classic films, predominantly science fiction from the 1950s and 1960s.

SCP-5374 Interview Transcript

Date: 14/01/17
Interviewed: SCP-5374
Interviewer: Paul Sedgewick3
Foreword: This interview was conducted shortly after SCP-5374 was initially contained, in Interview Room 3, Sublevel 2 of Site-109. As a standard precaution taken with all unknown entities, SCP-5374 was separated from Officer Sedgewick by a reinforced transparent barrier.

<BEGIN LOG>
Sedgewick: I have some questions I need you to answer. If you co-operate, this will go much easier for you and accommodations can be made to make your time here more comfortable.Sedgewick: Sir, I am going to have to ask you to calm down or you'll be left in the cell again until you're ready to talk. Please tell me what exactly you are and where you originally came from.Sedgewick: I see. Mr Grey, are you aware that you appear to be non-human?Sedgewick: Your grey colouration and, ah, unusual features and proportions, are all due to a skin condition?Sedgewick: And what skin condition is that exactly?Sedgewick: You don't need a lawyer Mr Grey, just answer the questions. How do you explain the anomalous aircraft in your possession?Sedgewick: And how did you come to possess this ‘flying saucer'?Sedgewick: I'm sorry Mr Grey, but I find that very hard to believe.Sedgewick: It's Sedgewick. Now, let's talk about the cow thefts.Sedgewick: Yes we do, Mr Grey. At least thirty-eight cows stolen over the last six months. We've found a good dozen of them on your property and we have financial analysts looking through your company's accounts to trace the rest. And that's before getting into the large scale vandalism and kidnapping charges.So yes, I might have got a tad upset and acted rash, but them cows had a better life with me. I'm no softie, I send my cows to slaughter same as any farmer. But I treat my animals with respect, while they treat theirs like cogs in a profit machine and treat their workers near as bad. You tell me who the real criminal is, Mr Sadwig.
Sedgewick: It's Sedgewick. And we're far more interested in your anomalous technology than we are in your crimes. In fact, if you tell us how to access your ‘flying saucer', we'll be able to make things a lot easier for you.Sedgewick: I'm sorry Mr Grey, but you're not going anywhere. Quite aside from your crimes, your very presence in public life is a threat to normalcy. You will remain here in containment, and how comfortable that containment is will depend strongly on how co-operative you are. Now, if you tell me how your vehicle operates I can avoid having my colleagues use explosive charges to gain access.Sedgewick: Please, Mr Gre-
SCP-5374 is disintegrated by a beam of light which emerges from the ceiling of the interview room.
<END LOG>

Closing Statement: During the interview, SCP-5374-1 was stored in Warehouse-2E, where Foundation staff attempted to gain access to its interior. After Officer Sedgewick threatened SCP-5374 with indefinite containment, SCP-5374-1 disintegrated the roof of Warehouse-2E and ascended into the air. It then disintegrated a circular access hole from ground level to Interview Room 3, before disintegrating SCP-5374. This destroyed part of Site-109's temperature control infrastructure and several empty lockers in Anomalous Item Storage but did not cause any major damage.
All attempts to ground the vessel, including conventional small arms and SAMs6, were unsuccessful. After the disintegration of SCP-5374, SCP-5374-1 flew to Farmer Grey's All Natural Cattle Co, disintegrated a majority of the cattle present there, and then ascended directly upwards until out of visual range.

SCP-5374 Current Status

As of 16/01/17, SCP-5374 has resumed farming in the Coulomb-Sarton Basin7. It is unclear how it or its cattle are able to survive without oxygen, water or food, but reports from Site-109's Astronomy Department indicate that the cows appear to be thriving and SCP-5374 has shown no desire to return to Earth. Re-containment is not currently considered a priority.

Footnotes
1. 5,094 in 2019 according to The National UFO Reporting Center, only 217 of which can be connected to genuine anomalous activity.
2. Weinert Farm, a feedlot farm owned and operated by Cargill Meat Solutions.
3. Site-109's on-call Humanoid Intake Processing Officer.
4. A popular brand of commercially used tractors.
5. A British magazine that advertised heavily for the ‘Vote Leave' campaign.
6. Surface-to-air missiles.
7. Located on the far side of the Moon and not directly visible from Earth.

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