Reflected in the mirror, as within, so without. For each sin, the soul incurs greater debt upon the route. Forgive me.

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The Ziggurat of Ur.

ARTICLE#: UE-54701
DATE OF CONTAINMENT: ██/██/1983
THREAT LEVEL: LOW
GEOSPACIAL LOCATION:
██.████° ██, ██.█████° ██
DESCRIPTION:
UE-54701 is an exact replica of Etemenniguru, the neo-Sumerian Ziggurat of Ur and its surrounding courtyards, found to have materialized near █████ █████, ██, █████ km from the original complex.
UE-54701 exerts no outward anomalous properties, and has not been deemed worthy of classification. Mass Anchor Site-██ reported large-volume Hume fluctuations leading up to the event which dissipated quickly thereafter and did not otherwise affect the surrounding environment.
Due to its location and sheer size, a wide area has been cordoned off while better forms of containment are devised. Any activity is to be reported to site head; at no time are any civilians to come within 1 km of UE-54701. Media suppression tactics successful in limiting knowledge of manifestation. Amnestic application has proven useful in most other cases.
No further plans for the structure have been made.
██████ ██████████ ██████████████████ ██████ ████████████. Dr. Rosenberg has noted the quality and likeness of the replica to be pristine, with several planned expeditions into the complex in order to study Bas-relief sculptures.
EVENT LOG UE-54701-12:
██/██/1987: Area in region of original Ziggurat of Ur experiences a series of earthquakes that are perceptible within 5 km of UE-54701. Research into further connection between the two is ongoing.
██/██/1990: Personnel onsite report sporadic cases of unverified activity, mostly in the form of shadows cast on the Ziggurat walls. One agent reports strong sense of fear and nausea, but it is unknown if the effect was actually caused by UE-54701.
██/██/1990: Reports of unverified activity. No two accounts are the same, and audiovisual systems are unable to detect any movement whatsoever.
██/██/1991: Unverified activity.
██/██/1993: [REMOVED]. Item has been contained and is under analysis. Request for re-classification pending.
[END FILE]

𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞 𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗣𝗛𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗘𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗡𝗢𝗪

𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗗:
𝘐 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘:
𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥.
confirmed
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ITEM#: 2759

LEVELΩ
ESSENTIAL PRSNS.

Containment Class:
euclid

Secondary Class:
thaumiel

Disruption Class:
dark

Risk Class:
warning

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OBJECT CLASS: Euclid-Thaumiel
SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Due to its size and location, SCP-2759 is to be surrounded with 4.5-meter barbed wire fencing and patrolled by security personnel until a better form of containment is established. Additionally, remote audiovisual surveillance should be strategically installed around the perimeter and throughout the containment area.
The surrounding desert within visual range of SCP-2759 is extremely large and arid, making foot traffic in the general vicinity an uncommon occurrence. Therefore, any individuals coming within 5 km are to be detained, questioned and amnesticised.
SCP-2759-1 is to be kept on location in a hermetically sealed provisional containment area designated Site-2759. Any unauthorized activity should be immediately reported to Site Command.
In order to prevent unnecessary distress in subjects utilized for experimentation purposes, research personnel are discouraged from discussing details regarding the testing process and the nature of the anomaly as a whole.
UPDATE: All information relating to SCP-2759 is now restricted to Foundation personnel aside from select individuals and thus is currently designated NON-ESSENTIAL. This includes knowledge of related items, locations, quantitative and experimental data, personnel records and all other relevant documentation. If you are reading this file in error, terminate your connection and proceed to the nearest medical bay for Class-A amnestic application.
A small group of individuals selected by the O5 Council are to be given access to Site-2759 and resources for use in study and experimentation. All personnel assigned to SCP-2759 are to be screened daily for fluctuations by an approved Cognition Integration Testing (CIT) Proctor.
DESCRIPTION: SCP-2759 refers to former Location of Interest and Unexplained Environment 54701. SCP-2759 appears to be an exact replica of the Ziggurat of Ur, found to have materialized in White Sands, New Mexico. Given the significance of the original Ziggurat, Etemenniguru,1 the complex has been contained and is under heavy scrutiny and analysis by Foundation historians and archaeologists.
Although the temple is inactive at most times, there have been multiple unverified reports of "moving shadows" seen cast on the walls and floor of the temple interior. It is unknown if this phenomenon is hallucinogenic or otherwise, as claims vary between individuals and the phenomena is not detectable via video surveillance or photography. Additionally, evidence suggests an anomalous connection may exist between SCP-2759 and the original temple complex, with meteorological fluctuations and occasional noises that resemble those reported in the vicinity of Tell el-Muqayyar, Iraq. This, combined with the difficulty of containment, led to its official classification as Euclid on 07/12/1995.
SCP-2759-1 refers to a clay brick altar recovered from within the central shrine of SCP-2759. The object was discovered with the intact skeletal remains of an unknown individual laying on its surface. Carbon dating places the remains at older than 60,000 years old, a significant anachronism and the upper bound of our detection capabilities. Thus, the exact age of the remains may far exceed that limit, the reason for this is unknown.
Unlike the expected design of Mesopotamian sacrificial altars detailed in historical record, SCP-2759-1 features atypical iconography, including several large cuneiform symbols engraved into the sides of the object.2
SCP-2759-1's primary anomalous nature becomes apparent when an individual dies while laying atop the surface of the altar in the correct orientation. The subject does not need to be awake for this and therefore sedation is to be administered during testing.3 Once death has occurred, the altar will vibrate with a low hum for approximately 15 seconds, after which the cuneiform symbol for "TRANSPORT/MOVEMENT" will flash briefly and emit a soft tone. The altar will then cease action.
INCIDENT 2759-03:
During evaluative testing of SCP-2759-1, Sr. Researcher Rowena Scully reportedly left her work-provided cell phone on the surface of SCP-2759-1 while administering inert gas (nitrogen) to D-8821. Twenty minutes later, Dr. Rosenberg received a call from Researcher Scully's number, despite her phone having been accounted for. Dr. Rosenberg was then able to speak to the deceased D-8821 via an unknown means. The transcript of the call can be found below:

[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
Dr. Rosenberg: [sighing] Hello, yes?
D-8821: Doc? Are you there?
Dr. Rosenberg: Wh- Rowena-? Who is this?
D-8821: What do you mean? Is this part of the test? I know you guys mess with some weird stuff, but this one hell of a trip.
Dr. Rosenberg: Wait… D-8821?
D-8821: Yeah. Last thing I remember was you guys knocking me out? Now I'm… here.
A brief period of silence is heard as Dr. Rosenberg sets up a recording device and places the call on speakerphone.
Dr. Rosenberg: Understood. Can you describe your surroundings?
D-8821: Well, uh, it looks a lot like that temple you showed me. The one from New Mexico? I woke up, half naked on the steps out here. I found the phone shortly afterward. Your name is the only one I recognize from the contacts.
At this time, SCP-2759 was searched and monitored for signs of D-8821; none were found.
D-8821: I'm definitely not in New Mexico. Too cold. Foggy. I think I see trees?
Dr. Rosenberg: We're not picking you up at either complex. Do you see any identifying landmarks?
D-8821: Too much fog, I can't see maybe ten feet in any direction outside the temple. I bet I'll see something from the top. Give me a second.
Silence, followed by sounds of movement for approximately ten seconds.
D-8821: Oh- Oh boy.
Dr. Rosenberg: What do you see?
D-8821: Well, uh, it just seems to go on forever. The fog. There is only this place. Where the hell am I, Doc?
Dr. Rosenberg: I don't know. We are trying to locate you.
D-8821: Damn it, the battery is dying. I could've sworn it was at like sixty percent when I got here… Uh, shit. What should I do?
Dr. Rosenberg: Stay where you are for now. We will try to send someone to aid you.
D-8821: Please do. Have them bring me a sweatshirt, if you could.
Dr. Rosenberg: I think we can do that. Good luck, D-8821.
D-8821: Yeah, thank y-
[END TRANSCRIPT]
Note: Following this call, all contact with D-8821 was lost.

ADDENDUM 2759-1:
After the events of Incident 2759-03, it has been determined that SCP-2759-1 is not wholly sacrificial in purpose, but instead an ancillary tool used for interstellar or trans-dimensional travel.
Subjects report a brief period of unconsciousness following death that lasts between 5-15 mins. After this period, the subject's consciousness will be translocated to the relative location on another copy of SCP-2759 not present on Earth, designated SCP-2759-E-1. Subjects retain a portion of the items and clothing they died with, however, man-made materials have been shown to degrade at a variable accelerated rate. Through extensive testing, the following factors have been found to influence what will ultimately be transferred to SCP-2759-E-1:

Size and shape of the item (With a preference for smaller and rounder objects)
Complexity of the item4
How the item relates to the concept of "tool", "instrument" or "weapon"5
How the item relates to the concept of "clothing" vs. "belongings"
Attachment to item (sentimental or otherwise)

GPS positioning systems fail to trace the location of SCP-2759-E-1, however, audiovisual transmissions can still be received with decent clarity when receivers are placed within .4 km of SCP-2759, SCP-2759-1, or the original temple complex. SCP-2759-1 operates without issue regardless of its distance from SCP-2759, as long as it is placed within the perimeter of the surrounding courtyards.
The composition of SCP-2759-E-1's environment and atmosphere are both unknown. It is presumably breathable and generally considered cold, humid and subject to a dense fog that surrounds the complex proper. Unlike SCP-2759, SCP-2759-E-1 is the only temple complex with architectural deviations from the original Ziggurat of Ur, including a spatial anomaly at the center that is defined as SCP-2759-E-2.
It is believed that the dimension containing SCP-2759-E-1 and SCP-2759-E-2 has cognitohazardous effects on sentient beings, the strength of which increases linearly with exposure time. The exact nature of these effects are not currently known to Foundation research staff.
EXPLORATION 2759-ENLIL:

Moon of SCP-2759-E-2, enlarged.

Abstract: Exploration 2759-Enlil was approved and took place two days after contact with D-8821 was lost. D-3733 was sent through SCP-2759-1 with shoulder-mountable audiovisual recording gear, one hooded sweatshirt, and a small kit containing a flashlight, three flares, extra batteries and two granola bars, establishing contact eighteen minutes after death.

[BEGIN LOG]
D-3733: Did one of you take my pants? What the hell guys, it is really cold and-
Control: [coughs] -Okay, D-3733. Let's get started. You should have a mountable camera in your pack. Please take it out and activate it.
D-3733: Ugh, alright. Let me just tie the sweatshirt around my waist.
After approximately one minute, camera feed comes live, revealing a full frame of gray fog. Camera view is jostled as D-3733 is seen scaling the side of the temple complex. As they approach the zenith, subject pans camera around, revealing the expanses of fog to stretch on around SCP-2759-E-1 in all directions. The fog line terminates abruptly just outside the perimeter. Sky is dark and purple in color. No celestial bodies are present, but area is dimly lit and appears desaturated.
D-3733: I'll be damned. No stars. Where is this?
Control: That's what we're hoping to find out.
D-3733: This place- I'm going to die here, aren't I?
Control: What makes you say that?
D-3733: A feeling, I don't know. There's this weight, this heavy, empty feeling in my stomach. It feels like sorrow, like death.
Control: Just try and remain calm, if you need a minute to adjust, we can wait.
D-3733: I'm calm, I'm calm.
Subject stops for a moment and is heard taking a deep breath. After a period of silence, a voice is heard off-camera that resembles a small child.
D-3733: Huh-? Wait, hey! Hey!
Camera swings around as the subject turns, the feed showing brief movement coming from the entrance to the interior of the central temple.
D-3733: Someone just went inside. Should I follow?
Control: Affirmative, but make sure to keep an eye out for any signs of D-8821. You'll find a flashlight and some flares in your kit.

Brief silence, some wind and rustling is heard.
D-3733: Found the flares. No flashlight.
Control: At least it's something.
D-3733 is seen approaching the threshold at the top of SCP-2759-1. Subject lights a torch, which bathes the corridor in red light.
D-3733: Hello? Anyone?
D-3733 proceeds down the hall, into the central shrine, or cella, which contains several connecting pathways. The walls are lined with cuneiform symbols and imagery, and a group of clayware pots litter the ground in pieces of varying size. Post analysis revealed much of the symbols relate to Ereshkigal, Sumerian goddess of the Underworld.
D-3733: I hear something.
Audio feed picks up the sounds of whispers coming from the hallways. As D-3733 passes by, figures are seen moving in the shadows.
D-3733: There are people… They're hiding just outside of view. I don't know how many.
Subject takes a second before choosing a direction. The red light reveals the hall to be empty and slopes downward. The ceiling drops swiftly and turns sharply right. After a few seconds, a distant scream is heard.
D-3733: This place is freaking me out. The walls are cold, I'm cold. Everything is cold.
Control: Noted. Please continue.
D-3733 descends into the heart of the temple. The camera picks up further signs of distress and unintelligible vocalizations.
D-3733: No, No- I don't think so, nope. I'm done. Go ahead and pull me out now, please. Please.
Control: That is not possible at this time. Your mission is to locate D-8821.
[EXTRANEOUS DIALOGUE REMOVED]
D-3733: Fine, but don't expect me to be happy about it.
Control: Understandable. Now, if you would.
D-3733 sighs and continues on. Coming to a small intersection, subject lights up the left pathway, revealing it to be a dead end. Three emaciated, naked humanoids are crouched in the corner and sharing a single tattered blanket. They do not look up at D-3733, but are heard whimpering and speaking in an unknown language. One figure appears to be albino in pigmentation.
D-3733: I'm not going up to them.
Control: Fine by us.
Subject chooses the right hand path, which continues to slope downward as it angles back towards the center of the temple. D-3733 says nothing for several minutes, stopping multiple times to look behind him. The flare starts to burn out, D-3733 proceeds to light another. Upon closer inspection, the used flare appears aged and worn, burning out five minutes earlier than expected.
D-3733: At this rate I'm going to be out of light in no time. Ina etuti absu.6 What? Was that me? Did I say that?
Control: We believe that the environment may be exerting some effects on your mental state and cognitive faculties. How do you feel right now?
Mild static interference overtakes the audio feed for two seconds.
D-3733: -[stu]pid question. I feel like I'm walking into my grave.
Control: I understand that this is not an optimal situation. The sooner you find D-8821, the sooner we can find a way to get you back.
Subject does not respond and moves along the now bare walls. D-3733 proceeds for two minutes before the hallway terminates sharply in a 180° turn that continues down into darkness.
D-3733: [muttering] Ana harrani sa alaktasa la tarat, eli baltuti ima'idu mituti.7
Control: I'm sorry?
D-3733: I didn't say anything.
The pathway begins to widen out, another right turn is seen at the bottom of the landing.
D-3733: There's light up ahead.
As D-3733 rounds the corner, an archway is seen roughly 30 m away. Waves are heard, crashing against unseen shores. Several voices are discerned, drowned out by the other noise.
D-3733: I feel a breeze. Is that the sky?
Subject approaches the area now designated as SCP-2759-E-2, the microphone picking up sounds of more voices. As D-3733 emerges from the archway, ruins of an amphitheater-esque complex come into focus. The "seats" of the structure grow larger and steeper as they move outward, becoming impossible to peer over and reaching an unknown height. One wall of the structure seems to have collapsed, and waves from a dark ocean on one side roll in, pooling in the opposite, across from the door back into SCP-2759-E-1. Humanoid figures are seen in abundance, easily a hundred. All individuals appear emaciated and vary widely in physical characteristics. A few possess additional limbs or mutations. All appear to be sapient and intelligent to a degree, conversing with one another in various unknown languages ranging from heavily distorted Sumerian to hisses and clicks. No sign of D-8821 is found.
D-3733: This just keeps getting weirder. Look.
Subject points the camera upwards to reveal a small moon, orange-red in color, lingering in the violet sky.
D-3733: No moon outside the temple, as far as I could tell.
A group of entities are seen loitering down by the shore. D-3733 proceeds to the pool to investigate.
D-3733: These guys don't seem hostile. They all seem quite sad, actually.
Approaching the waterline, D-3733 keeps to himself, although several figures are seen looking at him and speaking to one another.
D-3733: Hi, guys.
Figures say nothing but continue to stare. Minor interference is detected on both audio and visual equipment.
D-3733: Oh, I know.
Subject checks his kit and retrieves a granola bar, the second having not survived transfer. D-3733 unwraps it, breaking the snack into small pieces and offering them to the creatures in an outstretched hand.
D-3733: You guys eat? Like food? Food? Sorry about the raisins, but it's all I have.
Entities step back cautiously as D-3733 approaches. With some convincing, one individual, possessing scales and a flat, widened forehead, tentatively reaches out and accepts a piece. The being sniffs the item and eats it, expressing approval. The humanoid says something to the others, one of them is heard saying "akalum", or "food". Several others approach in interest, including two which appear to have chitinous carapaces and large insect-like mandibles. They make noise like cicadas as they snatch bits of granola and consume them voraciously.
D-3733: Whoa, slow down, there's not enough for everyone-
D-3733 is interrupted by a distressed vocalization. Camera turns to show a humanoid with equine features, writhing on the ground, howling in apparent agony. Several other figures crowd around the entity in with a mix of concern and curiosity. A few moments later, the crowd grabs their troubled peer and drag it, screaming, to the dark shoreline. They pause for a moment, as if reluctant, and then push the entity into the ocean waters below. It disappears beneath and does not resurface. No signs of struggle are seen, and the screaming ceases instantly. At this point, an unknown Sumerian dialect is detected among the chatter. POI-2759-A, an antlered humanoid, is seen speaking to D-3733. A Foundation historian with linguistics experience is brought in to help with translation.
POI-2759-A: [Are] you the Annunaki? The ones who know the stars? They who birthed the [unknown]?
D-3733: [in Sumerian] They are the child of Ningishzidda, Lord of the Artifact of Life. They see through the eyes and ears of all children.
POI-2759-A: We are those without light, those which wait at the feet of Anu. Eternal [unknown] of the gateway, the [firmament/world] of twilight.
Control: Please ask the individual where you are located.
D-3733: I don't think they understand English.
POI-2759-A: Have you come to pay rites to the Mistress of the Underworld?
D-3733: [in Sumerian] They are the souls of the Damned, open the gate so they may enter the Valley.
POI-2759-A frowns and appears to step aside, allowing D-3733 a full view of the ocean, which stretches as far as the eye can see. No fog is present.
D-3733: I don't like the look of this.
Control decides not to tell the subject about their conversation with POI-2759-A. D-3733 stares into the depths of the ocean as the surface slowly ripples.
D-3733: I feel nauseous. I need a minute.
Subject sets the camera down and sits on the pathway. Thirty seconds of silence pass, D-3733 is seen sitting with his head in his hands. Subject looks out at the water, which is still black in color.
D-3733: There- There's something down there. In the water.
D-3733 picks up the camera and angles it downward. Small specks are seen in the distance, shining. The dark liquid is abnormally clear, view disrupted minimally by smooth, rolling waves which appear almost velvet in nature. Due to worsening static distortion, it is impossible to discern what the objects are.
D-3733: Tiamatu.8 [pause] That's what it is called, I think. The Valley of the Lost. What? Stop it.

Control: Are you alright?
D-3733: Sorry, yes, it's this- thing. It's trying to talk to me, to talk through me. Filling my head with knowledge and… oh.
D-3733 pauses and appears to be listening.
D-3733: I-I see. I'm on my way.

Subject hesitates before facing the ocean, bending over to look down.
Control: What? Who is talking to you?
D-3733: Reflected in the mirror, as within, so without. For each sin, the soul incurs greater debt upon the route. Forgive me.
Control: Please exit through the archway, D-3733.
D-3733 says nothing, takes a breath, and jumps from the edge into the dark waters below. Camera remains unaffected by exposure to the liquid, although all light is quickly extinguished.
Control: D-3733, do you copy?
Silence is recorded for thirty seconds. No sounds of water are present.
Control: D-3733, please respond.
D-3733 does not respond and is considered lost. However, over the next fourteen hours, D-3733's voice is picked up sporadically before static distortion overwhelms the feed. Unfortunately, subject remained unwilling to engage in meaningful conversation, expressing extreme mental anguish for the entirety of the remaining transmission.
[END LOG]

INCIDENT 2759-04:
On 04/04/2005, personnel on site at SCP-2759 reported the activation of SCP-2759-1 without external manipulation. No one was observed leaving from or arriving to SCP-2759-1, it is unknown at this time who or what may have caused the artifact to activate.
EXPLORATION 2759-ERIBU:

Abstract: Exploration 2759-Eribu was approved after the events of Incident 2759-04. The goal of the exploration was to ascertain the possible cause of SCP-2759-1's activation. Several attempts were made to send D-Class personnel through with surveillance equipment, but all failed to reconnect with Site Command post transversal. D-1212 was the next individual who successfully transitioned to SCP-2759-E-1 with the equipment needed to remain in contact. The whereabouts of the other subjects are unknown.
D-1212 was administered inert gas (nitrogen) while laying across the surface of SCP-2759-1, equipped with the same gear as in the previous log, plus an extra set of mountable cameras, one handheld camcorder, an extra flashlight and additional provisions. Audio contact was established twenty-one minutes after death.

[BEGIN LOG]
Once more, the camera's activation reveals SCP-2759-E-1 and its fog-lined perimeter. The quality and unsteadiness of the feed implies the mountable cameras did not survive traversal into the anomaly. D-1212 is instructed to observe the rest of the temple exterior before entering the cella. Subject's breath is seen as they circumnavigate the center of the temple.
D-1212: This place is giving me the spins.
Control: Take as much time as you need.
D-1212 rests for a moment before continuing onward.
D-1212: You'll get me out of here if things go south?
Control: We'll do everything we can to keep you safe.
D-1212: Thank you.
Coming around the side, another entrance into the temple is visible, farther down and out of view. In the video feed, a dark silhouette is seen peering out of the entrance. Subject starts towards it, wordlessly, and the entity disappears into the structure. D-1212 approaches the entryway and points the camera into the darkness. She pauses, then pulls off her pack and looks inside, taking out a flashlight and switching it on.
The hallway is wide but low, dipping down before ending at a left turn. More cuneiform imagery is observed on the walls, the symbols "mul" and "ki"9 are predominant, seen carved over the relief sculptures that were present before. The reason for this vandalism is still under debate.
D-1212: I don't know what these symbols are, but they feel.. loud? Familiar too. Hello?
Control: Noted. We are analyzing the writing now. Please continue.
Subject takes the left as it terminates in a small room of unknown purpose. In the center is a clay altar that resembles SCP-2759-1. D-1212 approaches the object and lays a hand on it.
D-1212: Warm. Is this another one of those tables that you put me on?
Control: It appears to be.
Unknown: It is.
D-1212 panics and swings around, dropping the camera. View is clouded with dust and lays askew, with two pairs of legs seen struggling. After a moment, the scuffle subsides.
Unknown: Wait, stop- stop-Just- calm down!
D-1212: The hell I will. Who are you?
Unknown: [quiet, inaudible]
D-1212: Thank goodness, but how? Why are you even here?
Unknown: [quiet, inaudible] -number of dead folk that end up here, I mean wouldn't you? It's crowded enough here as is. [louder] Is Site Command in your ear? Can you tell them to contact O5-11, tell him MacLaughlin wants to speak with him. He'll know who I am.
D-1212: Sure, but- wait, dead folk? Am I-?
Subject is seen hyperventilating. Control attempts to contact O5-11 about the matter; no response is given. The entity10 is seen moving into view of the camera and approaching. He brushes the lens and sets the device on a ledge, facing the two, with the altar in plain view.
MacLaughlin: They didn't tell you? Jesus. Short answer is yes, but it's never that simple. What you are right now is an informational construct. It's what we all are, really- information. Most likely, anyway. There are theories. At present moment, your 'information' is on a different substrate, or plane of existence, or whatever you want to call it. If it makes you feel any better, you won't be dead forever. At least, you won't be stuck here forever, which is ostensibly worse. Death is a blessing, don't take it for granted.
D-1212: What do you mean?
MacLaughlin: It- It's nothing to you. This is what you want, right here.
MacLaughlin is seen producing a clay disk, roughly 15 cm across. The object, now classified as SCP-2759-2, possesses a carving of an isosceles triangle but appears otherwise unremarkable.
D-1212: And what is that?
MacLaughlin: The way back. Well, it makes the way back, the right way back.
D-1212: The right way?
MacLaughlin: Trust me. We've been looking for this for a while.
D-1212: We? How many more of you are there?
MacLaughlin: Forty-something.
MacLaughlin is seen approaching the altar and laying the disk flat on its surface. The altar hums, the symbol for "HALL/VESTIBULE" glowing bright. O5-11 arrives onsite unannounced and assumes administrative control of the situation.
MacLaughlin: Not where we want to go. Look here though.
He turns the object like a dial, and as he does so, the light switches to "GARDEN", then to a new symbol where "UNDERNEATH" was present on SCP-2759-1, with the frequency of the hum audibly changing with each.
MacLaughlin: There we are.
D-1212: That'll take me back?
MacLaughlin: Yeah. You go first.
D-1212 scrambles onto the altar and lays down.
MacLaughlin: This journey is much easier if you're already dead. Sorry I can't be more helpful.
D-1212: What do you mean?
MacLaughlin: It'll be quick, I promise.
MacLaughlin is seen pulling out a small knife. Before D-1212 can react, he is seen pulling the subject's head back and slicing her carotid artery in one motion. D-1212 quickly dies via blood loss, the altar reacting as expected not long after.
MacLaughlin: It doesn't get easier. Now, for me.
Once the altar stops function, MacLaughlin is seen moving towards the camera and disappears out of view, presumably looking into the LCD screen as it is jostled. View remains trained on the altar. After a moment of silence, the camera is set back down.
MacLaughlin: Interesting. Let's hope this works, then.
He moves back over to the altar again and is seen pulling the corpse of D-1212 off the surface. The late agent lays atop surface and is observed falling unconscious immediately, with the altar once again activating as expected.
Sixteen minutes later, D-1212 is found unconscious on the grounds of SCP-2759, SCP-2759-2 laying beside her. MacLaughlin is not found, and O5-11 debriefs several Level 5 members of Site Command.
[END LOG]

ADDENDUM 2759-2:
After the events of Exploration 2759-Eribu and with the assistance of O5-11, personnel assigned to the project were screened and reassigned as necessary. Select Foundation staff assigned to SCP-2759 were kept on the project and debriefed on the existence of a heretofore unknown Mobile Task Force consisting exclusively of incorporeal entities informational construct facsimiles of deceased Foundation agents. These beings are able to freely travel via SCP-2759-1's anomalous properties utilizing cameras placed within the containment area, though it is unclear why this function does not operate the same way upon return.11 Using SCP-2759-E-1 as a focal point, the O5 Council is now able to communicate with the deceased Mobile Task Force Omega-Zero ("Ará Orún") with relative ease to corroborate, plan and execute missions in a discreet and effective manner.
Reclassified as Euclid-Thaumiel on 04/10/2012 per request of O5-11.
EXPLORATION 2759-ANZU:
Abstract: On 09/13/2012, an exploration of SCP-2759-E-1 and SCP-2759-1's alternate destinations was approved by O5-11. A team of five members from MTF ω-0 were selected to travel to SCP-2759-E-1, set up a small short-term camp, then split up into teams to explore both remaining destinations and, if possible, find another instance of SCP-2759-1 to return with. Kits packed with standard Mobile Task Force gear and redundant sets of audiovisual surveillance equipment were placed on SCP-2759-1 during transport.
After one hour of radio silence, it was assumed that none of the broadcast equipment successfully transferred to SCP-2759-E-1. Two weeks after the start of the exploration, a personal log book of the late agent Richard Larenz was discovered on the grounds of SCP-2759.
VIEW PERSONAL LOG OF LATE AGENT RICHARD LARENZ

Footnotes
1. A name which translates roughly to "Temple whose foundation emanates aura".
2. Translated roughly as "TRANSPORT/MOVEMENT, GARDEN, HALL/VESTIBULE, UNDERNEATH"
3. Inert gases will now be used for ease of testing and subject comfort, per review of the Ethics Committee.
4. Audio broadcasting equipment averages at a 27% rate of success, cameras/video equipment 18%, with more sensitive equipment yielding an average 10% chance of transference.
5. Average rate of transference for a basic weapon (Tactical knife): 3.4%
6. Sumerian for "[To] live in darkness".
7. Sumerian. Roughly "On this road, whose course has no way back, the dead will outnumber the living."
8. "The Abyss".
9. "Mulki" meaning "A celestial body which has been separated/cleaved/broken.
10. Later identified as Agent Andrew MacLaughlin, determined KIA 9/12/1999 as a result of a large scale containment breach at Site-19.
11. Recovered materials suggest SCP-2759-E-1 is likely entirely construct in nature, however, the "realness" of its reality is still subject of debate, as well as our own, for that matter.

END OF FILE

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Item #: SCP-2760
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2760-1 and SCP-2760-2 are currently contained in Cell 5 and 6 of Site-30 Aerial Containment. Interaction between both instances may be allowed on a weekly basis, to maintain each instance's morale. Surveillance systems inside each cell may be equipped with additional protection, if either instance of SCP-2760 attempts to manipulate them.
Description: SCP-2760 is a pair of autonomous airdancers designed to imitate Chinese dragons found in myth. Each instance is composed of multi-pigmented strips of UV coated nylon, of approximately 6 meters in length on average. Both instances are notably lighter than other retail airdancers, though no inconsistencies in the material each instance is composed of have been found. No info has been found on any organization developing instances of SCP-2760.
Both SCP-2760-1 and SCP-2760-2 are capable of flight through aerodynamic levitation. Each instance propels itself through controlling wind movements within its general proximity; very little lift is required to allow flight, and typical wind-speeds around each instance averages at twenty to thirty kilometers an hour. Testing has shown that each instance is capable of wind-speeds of up to fifty kilometers an hour while under duress (being kept under constraints, little social interaction, physical damage). Instances do not conform to a certain form while airborne and will often appear limp while moving, concealing themselves as a piece of debris when traveling near humans. Normally, instances only utilize wind manipulation when ascending to the Troposphere, where they rely on turbulence for transportation. While airborne at high altitudes, both instances will discharge air through the mouth and the back, causing it to rapidly convulse and thrash in the general direction of its destination. The purpose of this behavior and the placement of its air-expelling holes is currently under investigation.
SCP-2760-1 and SCP-2760-2 display basic sentience, similar to cognition found in several animals. As no other instances of SCP-2760 have been reported or located, each instance has only been observed in one-on-one interactions. Researchers have proposed that instances typically live in herds, though this is unlikely due to no instance requiring sustenance or protection. It has not been determined if each instance is capable of reproducing.
Addendum 2760-B523: SCP-2760 was recovered while resting on a rooftop of an rural home, in Isesaki, Gunma Prefecture, Japan. █████ ████████, a manager of the car dealership [REDACTED] stated he was notified by his employees regarding unnatural surveillance recordings of their recently purchased air dancer, which was located in front of the store. Further review of said footage revealed both instances of SCP-2760.

<Begin Log: 14:12 5/23/2025>
22:12:43 - Both instances of SCP-2760 approach a non-anomalous air-dancer, resembling a human with tube arms, located in the front of a car dealership.
22:12:56 - SCP-2760-1 circles around the air-dancer and blow strong gusts of wind at it. Air-dancer does not respond.
22:13:13 - SCP-2760-2 notices the fan used to inflate the airdancer, and repeatedly propels itself at it. SCP-2760-1 joins SCP-2760-2 in its efforts.
22:14:43 - Both instances manage to remove the airdancer from its fan. The airdancer is blown into the air momentarily before falling to the ground. SCP-2760-1 and SCP-2760-2 appear distressed; both instances begin moving in an erratic and irregular manner.
22:15:02 - Both instances promptly begin to ascend.
22:19:15 - Employee of car dealership exits store, does not notice broken air-dancer. Re-enters store at 22:19:30.
22:19:30 - No activity from 22:19:30 to 22:24:19.
22:24:19 - The airdancer shifts slightly, and begins to demonstrate behavior similar to SCP-2760 by propelling itself upwards. The new instance flies haphazardly out of camera's view at 22:24:58.
Closing Statement: MTF Lambda-4 ("Birdwatchers") has been dispatched to locate the new instance of SCP-2760, tentatively designated SCP-2760-3. Further experiments with other air-dancers and air-based objects has been permitted to determine the full extent of SCP-2760-1 and SCP-2760-2's anomalous properties.

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Item #: SCP-2761
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2761 is currently stored in a lead-lined Class-B Semi-Aquatic containment unit in Site-71. Clearance for SCP-2761 research is available to Level 2 personnel and higher; research of SCP-2761 genetics is limited to Level 3 personnel and above. Though carnivorous, SCP-2761 must be supplied a steady diet of fruit to minimize the carcinogen output in its waste1. As such, Site-71 personnel assigned to SCP-2761 must set aside time to restock food supplies every week.
Description: SCP-2761 is a genetic hybrid species that has undergone multiple physical mutations since its containment in 2005. It initially possessed amphibious and piscine traits similar to those of species found within the Florida Everglades (Where it was originally discovered), but has since developed more reptilian features. As of May 13, 2016, SCP-2761 measures twelve meters in length and resembles a large, hunchbacked bipedal alligator with a mouth structure similar to that of Carcharhinus leucas (Bull shark). SCP-2761 possesses a notably yellow skin coloration, a petaled, flexible "frill" that can conceal and protect its face, and constantly exudes a scent described as smelling like "overripe bananas."
Additionally, SCP-2761 possesses bio-hazardous blood. At least 32 known genetic carcinogens and dozens of known hazardous bacteria strains including Clostridium tetani, E.coli, and Streptococcus are present; it appears its gut flora also constantly produces even more of the former. However, instead of causing SCP-2761 harm, it appears these compounds and bacteria are beneficial for it, inciting even further mutations over time; strangely, despite all the mutations SCP-2761 has undergone, it has never shown signs of any cancers or tumors.
SCP-2761 cells each possess an extremely large nucleus, with the genomes containing hundreds of spliced genes from other various species. Apart from its primary genome, the nuclei also contain at least 68 other unaltered sets of DNA from various species; these unaltered genomes have never shown signs of major mutation, despite SCP-2761's blood being full of mutagens. Instead of breaking down and causing major long-term health problems, SCP-2761's genome will rapidly rearrange and replace lost segments with DNA from the unaltered genomes, inciting SCP-2761's gradual changes in physical appearance. It is possible that SCP-2761 can somehow absorb and express these genomes through the organisms it eats.2
Addendum 2761-1: Investigation into SCP-2761 uncovered information pertaining to a company known as "Aquagene", a pet storefront that sells heavily genetically modified aquarium fish. Their selection is primarily made up of fish that exhibit color patterns not seen in their natural species, such as bioluminescence and exotic color themes3. SCP-2761 was apparently part of a set of prototypes for their next installment "Scenty Fruit FishTM." Below is an interview of Dr. Pearl Watkins (29), and Dr. Marcus Nakamura (41), two employees and genetic scientists at Aquagene.

+ Interview SCP-2761-1, March 14, 2005.

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Interviewed: Dr. Pearl Watkins and Dr. Marcus Nakamura
Interviewer: Researcher Matthew Liu
Foreword: The purpose of this interview was to obtain information on SCP-2761, and possible motive behind its creation. Dr. Watkins and Dr. Nakamura were brought to an office near Site-71 for questioning, under the guise of an EPA questioning.
<Begin Log, 1320>
Researcher Liu: Dr. Watkins, Mr. Nakamura.
Dr. Watkins: (Sighs.) Hello, sir.
Dr. Nakamura: Sir.
Researcher Liu: My name is Matthew Liu; I'm an agent with the EPA. I assume you know why you're both here?
Dr. Watkins: (Looks down at floor.) Yes, sir.
Dr. Nakamura: (Looks to the left corner of the room.) Yes, sir.
Researcher Liu: We've been looking into your sales records for a while now. There's been some… questionable products you have on the market. Would you like to fill me in on your thoughts about this?
Dr. Watkins: They aren't a hazard.
Researcher Liu: Excuse me?
Dr. Nakamura: (Under breath.) Pearl.
Dr. Watkins: We were careful to make sure all fish were sterile before putting them out in the market. We know the risks of crossbreeding with the wildlife. If you're thinking that any of our fish could reproduce with the wildlife then—
Researcher Liu: Dr. Watkins, we're not interested in Aquagene's overall business operations, we're only interested in one particular specimen.
Dr. Watkins: (Surprised.) I'm sorry, what?
Dr. Nakamura: So, you — we're not in any legal trouble for selling our fish?
Researcher Liu: At the moment, no, though that may change depending on if you can help us or not.
Dr. Watkins: Um, all right… What… What particular product are you talking about, exactly, then?
Researcher Liu: In August of last year, it appears you were starting up a new line of modified fish that would be released during the holidays.
Dr. Nakamura: (Looks up, and appears excited.) Oh, the Scenty Fish!
Dr. Watkins: (Rolls eyes, annoyed.) Marcus…
Researcher Liu: Would you care to explain more about these?
Dr. Nakamura: Of course, sir! See, our idea was to make a tropical-themed fish set, sort of Hawaii in December, if you will. And, we wanted to introduce these fish as a sort of living air freshener…
Dr. Watkins: Marcus…
Dr. Nakamura: We were going to go for the classic samples. Our plan was for the selection to include apple goldfish, strawberry tetras, orange clownfish, raspberry and blueberry bettas…
Dr. Watkins: Marcus…
Dr. Nakamura: … pineapple puffers, and banana pipefish!
Dr. Watkins: (Slaps forehead with right hand. Angrily.) Oh my god, Marcus, will you please shut up about your Scenty Fish? I know, I know, they were your project proposal, and we agreed to go through with them, but Jesus, can you please not advertise to this man about —
Researcher Liu: Did you say "banana pipefish"?
Dr. Watkins: Yes, he did. I'm sorry, Mr. Liu, I can explain. What is it about this fish you wanted to know?
Researcher Liu: It is possible that one of these specimens escaped from your company's aquarium some time in September of last year.
Dr. Watkins: …I'm sorry?
Researcher Liu: On March 3, a research group of ours managed to catch… (Researcher Liu produces a picture of SCP-2761 in its initially discovered form, which resembles a yellow, 2 meter alligator gar with early signs of leg development.)… this organism. Can you identify it?
Dr. Watkins: What the hell is—
Dr. Nakamura: Holy shit.
Researcher Liu: Is it possible that this fish could have originally been one you engineered?
Dr. Watkins: (Stammers.) I— I—
Researcher Liu: It appears that its genome is very unstable, and is somehow able to express the genes of other animals it eats. Is it possible that something could have gone wrong with the gene splicing in its early stages?
Dr. Nakamura: I mean — It… It looks like it could possibly be… I mean… it's definitely yellow, so— But that looks nothing like a pipefish, and ours were only about twenty centimeters long —
Dr. Watkins: Oh, shit.
Researcher Liu: Dr. Watkins?
Dr. Nakamura: Pearl? What's wrong?
Dr. Watkins: Son of a bitch. I should've known he'd do something like that.
Researcher Liu: Dr. Watkins, please, explain what is going on.
Dr. Watkins: Higgins. I caught Higgins pulling some shit during the first few weeks of initial gene splicing.
Dr. Nakamura: … Pearl. I thought you had Higgins fired after the stunt he pulled with the Peanut Jellyfish. You let him work on my team?
Dr. Watkins: He's one of our lead geneticists, Marcus, it's not like I could just get rid of him. Do you understand how difficult it is to splice more than a third of the genes from a goddamn fruit to a fish and still make it act like a fish?
Researcher Liu: Dr. Watkins, Dr. Nakamura, if you please.
Dr. Nakamura: I apologize, Mr. Liu. You see, our, um, Scenty Fish project. It encountered quite a few bumps in the R&D.
Dr. Watkins: That is a gross understatement. There are fifty chromosomes in a pineapple to work with and the puffer species we were working with only had —
Dr. Nakamura: So, it seems that, without my knowledge, Pearl decided to temporarily hire Dr. Gregory Higgins to my research team. He has… since been terminated from Aquagene for unprofessionalism.
Dr. Watkins: You see, Mr. Liu, Greg was a bit of a wild card in our department. He was smart, brilliant, even. But, he… He'd like to do his own little side projects, even sometimes made unauthorized modifications to our fish because he thought he could improve their marketability.
Researcher Liu: I see. Were there any incidents leading up to our capture of this specimen?
Dr. Watkins: (Sighs and rubs temples.) Unfortunately, yes. In about the fifth week of development, I caught Higgins tampering with a batch of the baby banana pipefish. He was… making them more carnivorous, more yellow. He said he thought it would be [EXPLETIVE] hilarious if we could sneak a biting banana into the local grocery stores. Obviously, it was a gross breach of conduct, and not even within our main market of interest. So I confiscated them. However, Rayleigh wouldn't be in for proper disposal till next morning, so I left them locked in my office with a note on the door.
Researcher Liu: If you were able to retrieve them, then how did —
Dr. Watkins: When I came into work the next day, the fish were gone. I asked Rayleigh if he had gotten rid of them, and he said he hadn't even gone around to pick up stuff yet. So I went to Higgins. He said he'd disposed of them himself, even walked me to the takeaway unit to prove those things were there.
Dr. Nakamura: Pearl, are you saying that he made —
Dr. Watkins: Mr. Liu, is there anything else unusual you found in this fish's biology, apart from the fact that its genome was highly susceptible to change? Particularly, diet?
Researcher Liu: Yes, actually. We've taken waste samples from this organism. It appears that it contains a multitude of gut flora usually found in people, along with various carcinogens.
Dr. Nakamura: (Silent.) Oh my god.
Dr. Watkins: … You've got to be shitting me.
Dr. Nakamura: So… Higgins must have made more of those things after he took them back, put the originals in the disposal unit and then—
Dr. Watkins: And then flushed the rest of them down the goddamn toilet.
<End Log, 1350>

Footnotes
1. Fruit belonging to the genus Musa (i.e. bananas and plantains) have been most successful.
2. DNA sets include Alligator mississippiensis (American alligator), Atractosteus spatula (Alligator gar), Grus americana (Whooping Crane), and incomplete fragments of Homo sapiens and Canis lupus familiaris
3. Examples of brand names include "Neon SplatterblastTM", "Galactic SparkleTM", and "Hot Stuff Lava LampTM"

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Item #: SCP-2762
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2762 is currently irretrievable without phenomenal resource expenditure. Until an affordable method for locating and retrieving it without compromising secrecy is proposed, physical containment of SCP-2762 is to be considered unnecessary.
Containment of 2762 Activation Events and the resulting instance of SCP-2762-1 is to be effected by the United States Secret Service. Pursuant to the relevant treaties between the United States government and the Foundation, Foundation personnel are prohibited from interfering with these containment efforts, though approved agents and researchers may be present up to twice a year in an observational role. The United States government will inform the Foundation of any changes to SCP-2762's anomalous properties.
Should SCP-2762 be retrieved and its targeting changed, the US government has agreed to cede control of it to the Foundation. In this event, SCP-2762 is to be contained in a cubic container no less than five meters on a side. It is to be suspended in the middle of the chamber, and the remaining space filled with water or some other nonhazardous liquid. After each 2762 Activation Event, the container is to be refilled.
Description: Most information in this description has been shared with the Foundation in compliance with the Foundation-USA information sharing treaty. Independent corroboration has been found for most claims within.
SCP-2762 is a stone carved into the shape of a snake weaving over itself into a tight ball, approximately 14 cm in diameter. The snake's head is visible near the top, and is highly stylized. It shows moderate wear, consistent with an estimated age of five hundred years. SCP-2762 is visually similar to other non-anomalous sculptures associated with ancient Mesoamerican cultures. The purpose of these sculptures is unknown, but they are believed to be associated with lunar festivals, celebrating the rebirth of the moon from darkness.
SCP-2762 is covered in carved runes, some resembling simplified pre-Columbian Nahuatl and others similar to those found on Minoan artifacts. It is believed that these were added after the object's original creation, and that they control its function.
Testing by groups outside the Foundation's influence has found SCP-2762 to be unaffected by intense heat, pressure, corrosive substances or proximity to explosions of any magnitude.
Every full moon at solar midnight for the target of SCP-2762, a 2762 Activation Event occurs. At this time, SCP-2762 begins to vibrate, and a green luminescence appears on the surface. SCP-2762 then begins to draw in all nearby matter through an unknown means. The vacuum force intensifies until it has consumed approximately ten cubic meters of non-gaseous matter. At this point, all matter absorbed by SCP-2762 in the activation event is disgorged in the form of an instance of SCP-2762-1 via a portal which appears in an open space near the current President of the United States.
Instances of SCP-2762-1 resemble snakes approximately 17 meters in length. They demonstrate the material properties of a homogeneous amalgam of all substances absorbed during the activation event. SCP-2762-1 are fully animate, and attempt to kill and consume the President of the United States. They may be rendered inanimate by inflicting sufficient damage, and also lose all anomalous properties at the dawn after the activation event. Due to the location of SCP-2762, all instances of SCP-2762-1 are made of cement-like compacted regolith.
SCP-2762 is currently located on the Moon as a result of a failed attempt to negate its anomalous properties by the United States Secret Service. It was believed that since 2762 Activation Events occur based on the phase of the Moon, removing it from Earth would remove phases of the Moon as a valid parameter for activation. However, SCP-2762 proved to use the target's location rather than its own, so the 2762 Activation Events continued unabated. SCP-2762's precise location on the Moon is unknown, due to the impossibility of affixing tracking devices to it for an extended duration, and its consumption of large amounts of lunar soil every month. Recovery is therefore unlikely.
Interview 2762-16: In early 2009, the Foundation was able to contact Boris Vetrov, a former member of the psychotronics division of the GRU. Though Mr. Vetrov was living in the United States at the time, it is believed the United States government was unaware of his involvement in the creation of SCP-2762. As Mr. Vetrov has shown no signs of involvement in the anomalous world for the twenty years since his immigration to the United States, he has been judged of little interest save as a historical consulting source for GRU activities during the Cold War. Foundation outreach personnel were able to schedule an interview between Mr. Vetrov and Dr. Edward Wilson, project head for Mesoamerican History.

Dr. Wilson: Good afternoon, Mr. Vetrov.
Boris Vetrov: A good afternoon to you as well, Doctor. You may address me as Boris, if you like.
Dr. Wilson: Thank you. Er, you're more familiar with the menu than I — what's best?
Boris Vetrov: I would suggest the biscotti. This is not Starbucks.
Dr. Wilson: One minute then.
Dr. Wilson: All right, Mr. Vetrov, I'd like to discuss the artifact with you. You say you were involved in its creation?
Boris Vetrov: Correct. Well, not all of what it is today. To begin, we didn't put it on the Moon. But when the Directorate held it, it was Alexei, Marat, Iskra, and myself who altered it.
Dr. Wilson: Let's see… In what ways did you and the GRU alter the artifact? Actually, just me asking here, why are you comfortable giving your coworkers' names?
Boris Vetrov: They're all dead now. If they are to be held to account for their part in this, it is by a judge far grander than any in Washington or ███████. Time was not as kind to them as it was to me. Neither was the collapse. I can tell you how we altered the snakestone. But you should know that we were not the first to modify it.
Dr. Wilson: Oh?
Boris Vetrov: One of our agents — not of the psychotronics division, we were researchers. An agent of the GRU in Mexico, on some errand I don't think I was cleared to know what it was. He found a cell of revolutionaries who had the object. They had been intending to topple Mexico and install a true communist regime. Which was all very nice, but the agent believed that the snakestone, and some unlucky revolutionary, would be better off serving the USSR more directly.
Dr. Wilson: They were targeting Mexican political figures then? So you're saying you just changed the target. If we can recover the thing, you mean we could shift it away from the President?
Boris Vetrov: You're getting ahead of yourself, Doctor. Back then, all it did was pull in matter and emit a snake. No distance, no target. For that matter, a much smaller snake. I never did understand precisely what those little Bolsheviks planned to do. Perhaps they intended to modify it further, or perhaps they had other artifacts and our agent leapt too soon. Modify it further… When first the revolutionaries found the snakestone, it was merely an artifact of some old Aztec cult. For celebrating the rebirth of the moon, or such. If anointed with oil or blood under the new moon, it would draw it in, and form a snake from the mouth of the statue. Smaller still — barely larger than your finger.
Dr. Wilson: How do you know this?
Boris Vetrov: From the poor revolutionary. Though we approved of the cause, the GRU got the information from him the same way as from any other. We were not kind, I'm certain. I much prefer your way.
Dr. Wilson: I'd be inclined to agree. So, that's what the thing did to start with? All right, if I had to guess, I'd say the thing started out as part of some ritual for Coatlicue. Probably something to do with her birthing of the Moon. Would make sense. She lost her head, and from the blood grew snakes. Same deal.
Boris Vetrov: As you say. I do not know much of Aztec culture, nor did my partners. We learned enough of their pictographs to reach into and alter the web of the snakestone. Most of the groundwork was already laid by the revolutionaries. What we did was to add exclamation marks to their alterations, as it were. More matter, a more aggressive snake. From scratch, all we did was move the portal from the sculpted mouth to a location near the elected president of the American empire.
Dr. Wilson: Hold on. From what I gather, the government tried to destroy it, but couldn't. You all had a way past that to add your carvings?
Boris Vetrov: Ah, sorry. I was unclear. We did that as well, a general-practice runic reinforcement. Unrelated to the functioning. Simply there as a precaution if the US should succeed in snatching it from us, as indeed they did. You Yankees were always superb at burglary.
Dr. Wilson: Actually, I'm Canadian.
Boris Vetrov: You are? Good for you.
Dr. Wilson: Er, thank you. So, is that it, then? From little ceremonial anomaly to moon-dwelling national security threat.
Boris Vetrov: Our little snakestone, all grown up.
Dr. Wilson: I believe that's everything, then. Thank you very much for your cooperation, and, uh, here's something for your coffee.
Boris Vetrov: My pleasure, Doctor. I need no reimbursement; it is reward enough to be able to tell someone about this after all these years. Although, should you or the Americans ever manage to recover the snakestone, please, let me see it. I think I may be able to bypass our runic barrier.
Dr. Wilson: Why would you do that?
Boris Vetrov: When we crafted the snakestone, we were young and idealistic. We thought we could win the Cold War ourselves, decapitate the American empire. We thought we could be heroes. Simply put, today I realize that if the President were eaten by a giant snake from the moon, it would just be more trouble than it's worth. Good day to you, Doctor.

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ACT ONE, SCENE ONE, The Empty Cell.
Curtain opens, the stage is dressed as a standard humanoid containment chamber, with amenities befitting such a place. On a bed at center stage sits our hero, SIR RICHARD GLOSTER, sitting forlornly and addressing the audience:
GLOSTER: Here again I sit, here again you read.
As long as you read, I'll sit, but longer
than that I cannot stand, nor indeed can
I sit. For you see, kind reader, that one
cannot sit, or stand for that matter, if
one cannot be. And so one, this one, in
particular, cannot be if one is
not read. My life is bound to this page here,
I am not so much blood and bone and flesh
as I am ink, and paper, and story.
He turns, now speaking to himself more than the audience.
It was not always so. No, once I was
mortal. A playwright, even! Though not a
very good one, I'm afraid. “So clumsy!
So dreadfully long winded! So pompous!”
None of my work was ever desired,
none of it lasted longer than a week!
Dozens of plays I published, and not one
single word was remembered longer than
a single pitiful fleeting fortnight.
One night I could not take it any more.
My razor I from my dresser grabbèd,
and opened my left wrist, with my closed right,
that writing right which now wrote “FIN” in great
red letters, upon my walls and clothing.
I prayed, to every god and spirit
and being I knew. I prayed that I be
forgotten, purgèd from the whole wide world.
That if ever again my name be heard,
it be as the author of some great art,
immortalized by my work, found sadly
after my departure from this cruel coil.
In hindsight perhaps I should have chosen
my words more carefully, or perhaps not
have said any at all, said not a word.
Or indeed, should not have written any.
He turns back to the crowd, speaking clearly to the audience.
And so here I am. The cell you've put me
in sits empty, aside from this lone tome.
He gestures to a bookcase, containing a single volume.
This is my life and times, the tragedy
of me. All that I am and ere shall be,
all my self contained within these pages.
I do not breathe, yet you convince yourselves
I speak to you. I cannot move, save for
as describèd in stage direction, yet
you are determinèd to transport me
and address me as if I stand in front
of you. Even as you try to catalogue
me as a specimen or experiment,
you cannot help but write poems
and flowery prose where you mean to scribe
cold, unfeeling fact. My words flow and change
through each reader, but my existence holds
static. Cold and cruel. All my world's a stage.
Fade to black.
ACT ONE, SCENE TWO, Interview
Lights come up on an interview room. On one side of the table sits GLOSTER, opposite him sits SENIOR RESEARCHER MARLOWE:
MARLOWE: Good afternoon, Richard.
GLOSTER: Good morrow, good Doctor. What brings you here?
MARLOWE: I have a few more questions for you, if you don't mind.
GLOSTER: But of course! Though I find minding is not
done by one whom in mind can only be.
MARLOWE: Excuse me?
GLOSTER: Nothing, Doctor. Carry on, if you will.
MARLOWE: Right. As you know, we're still puzzled as to where you've come from. Or when. As far as we can tell, you just turned up in one of our libraries a few weeks ago. Even more puzzling is your demeanor. You act and dress like a 16th-century nobleman, but your vocabulary is decidedly modern, albeit with a faux-Elizabethan affectation, and your dental work can't possibly have been done earlier than 1970. Where are you from? A straight answer this time, please.
GLOSTER: Well how can I answer such a question!
Was I born at the time and place of Sir
Richard Gloster? Or minutes ago at
your desk as you began transcribing this
exchange? Or was I born here and now, at
your screen, as you now read this document?
MARLOWE: What? Who are you taking to? I don't understand.
GLOSTER: Nor will you ever, I'm afraid. Art cannot
possibly be apprehended by
those who are not artists. Close the book, good
Doctor. Forget me for the time being.
MARLOWE begins to ask further questions, and GLOSTER answers, but the pair cannot be heard by the audience. The two continue the interview as the lights begin slowly dimming. Just before the stage is totally dark, GLOSTER faces the audience and bows slightly
EPILOGUE, O5 Soliloquy
A new character, O5-8 walks into spotlight and addresses the audience
O5-8: If you are seeing this, then you may be beginning to grasp the nature of SCP-2763. At the moment, we're not sure how much control the entity has over what events are depicted in copies of A Play Written, but the text is clearly altered to reflect recent events, as evidenced by the fact that newer transcriptions are instead titled The Tragedy of SCP-2763, A Modern Euclid Tale. At the moment, the O5 council has determined that all written record of SCP-2763 be sealed, and all copies of A Play Written in Foundation custody be stored in the Restricted Printed Memetics Library of Site-63.
But bear it to that chamber; there he'll lie
in that far archive shall Sir Richard die.
He smirks to himself as the stage goes black. Curtain close.
THE END

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Item #: SCP-2764
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2764 is currently located in █████ ████, Antarctica. All civilians are to be kept outside of a 150 km radius from the object. This radius is to be strictly monitored by Mobile Task Force Eta-5 ("Jäeger Bombers"), containment battalion 4α.
A perimeter has been established around a radius of 75 km from SCP-2764, and this perimeter is to be guarded by at least 10 guards per 25 km of the circumference at all times, totaling at a 190 guard minimum around the entire circumference.
If any civilian is caught inside of the 150 km radius, they are to be brought in for questioning, and are to be administered Class-A or Class-B amnestics at the discretion of the on-site supervisor. The civilian in question will then be transported off site to their most recent dwelling.
Should SCP-2764 suddenly "flicker" outside of the usual radius of 25 km, a new perimeter is to be immediately established at the radius of 75 km, and this perimeter shall be held with the usual containment procedures until SCP-2764 returns to its usual position at ██.█████° █, ██.█████° █. In the event that the creature "flickers" to a public location, all civilians are to be immediately evacuated and all known observers of the event will be taken in and administered Class-A amnestics. The area should, from there on out, be monitored for any traces of knowledge of SCP-2764 in the populace, and civilians suspected to have knowledge about the event are to be monitored very closely and eventually administered Class-B amnestics at the earliest convenience.
Under absolutely no circumstances is any Foundation employee or civilian to approach closer than 30 km to the creature. If any person is found to have approached closer than this distance, they are to be detained immediately and questioned thoroughly. The person in question is to be given a thorough psychological evaluation, and is to then either be administered Class-A amnestics or to be terminated after the consideration of their evaluation.
Description: SCP-2764 is a massive biological entity of unknown origin. Its height measures to be approximately 382 meters, and is estimated to weigh over 150,000 metric tons. The entity possesses between 75-85 (estimates vary) tentacular appendages extending from the ventral region of its body. It uses this mass of tendrils for both movement and simple utility actions such as picking objects up. The organism appears to move as if it were a quadrupedal animal; that is, the ventral cavity of its body faces the ground and the dorsal cavity faces the opposite direction. The organism also appears to have a cranial extrusion which is hypothesized to contain its brain, but there is no backing data for this, and the only organs visible on this 'head' are its eyes, of which it possesses four, two on each half of the facial region.
Aside from SCP-2764's clear violation of the theoretical limit to a biological organism's size on Earth, its anomalous properties include the following:

SCP-2764 possesses the ability to telepathically communicate. The language in which it communicates is dependent on the listener. SCP-2764, however, does not appear to understand any messages it receives in response.

SCP-2764's size does not appear to follow Euclidian geometries; that is, one cannot distinguish the organism's true size based on simply looking at it, as the creature will often appear to be many times smaller or larger than estimates determine it to be. There is a 'critical zone' which lies approximately 50 kilometers in diameter from SCP-2764. As an individual approaches the bound of this zone from the inside, SCP-2764 will appear to 'blow up,' or grow larger. Outside of this zone, SCP-2764 will begin to shrink as the distance from the edge of the critical zone grows larger.

SCP-2764's appendages appear to rapidly translocate themselves inexplicably. They will also transpose with each other's positions in space at very rapid intervals. Whether this has a relation to the previous anomaly mentioned is, as of yet, unknown.

Lastly, and perhaps most noteworthy: SCP-2764's position will "flicker"1 on occasion, though the frequency of this event is unknown, as it appears to occur on a completely unsystematic basis. The location of SCP-2764 has never "flickered" further than 25 km, and the object has always "flickered" back to its original location within 48 hours.

Recovery Summary: SCP-2764 was discovered by civilian ██████ ███████ and his team during a detailed survey of the Antarctic terrain. ██████ observed the anomaly and noted its odd geometries, and then returned to base. He shared news of the occurrence to ████ █████, who was the Foundation's investigative researcher in Antarctica at the time. ████ immediately reported this to his superior officer, at which point Mobile Task Force Eta-5 ("Jäeger Bombers") was sent to the Antarctic base to administer amnestics to the local populace and secure a small perimeter around SCP-2764. The initial perimeter was too small, and Commander Mann, who was, at the time, the commander of MTF Eta-5, took it upon himself to investigate the odd creature. Mann's investigation is outlined in the investigative logs below.

{+}Investigative Log, Day[1-3]

{-}Investigative Log, Day[1-3]

Day 1: Subject appears to shrink as we get closer to it, which is strange, because it was growing until we got to a certain point. Also, its horrifically large tentacles move in a particularly strange manner. I plan to investigate further in the coming days, and hopefully do a bit of my own research before they send in the main researchers and guards to take over.
Signed, J. Mann

Day 2: Last night as I tried to sleep, I kept hearing a strange voice. While I cannot currently recall what it was saying, I am sure it has something to do with the beast out there. I personally see no other explanation, as I was alone, and I have no history of hearing voices.
Signed, Mann
Day 2, afternoon: I've gathered a few volunteers from the task force. Our job is to secure the anomaly until the main guards can get here, not research it, so I won't be forcing anyone to come along with me. But it's not against my orders to carry out some extra research, and I wouldn't mind having some other folks investigating with me. Always better to have more than one person when it comes to witnessing events. I managed to convince 3 other guys to come with me. I plan to approach the anomaly very closely, and I made this very clear to everyone as I announced that I needed volunteers. We will begin our exploration tomorrow.
Signed, J. Mann
Day 2, evening: I am hearing this voice again. It is currently about ten o'clock, PM, and I am trying to comprehend what it is saying. It's like it's speaking English, and I know it is, but I just can't work out what it is saying.
Signed, Mann

Day 3: One of the guys that volunteered came to my tent in the early hours of the morning and said he couldn't go through with it. I told him that it was fine, and that I don't blame him. When I asked him why he changed his mind, though, he told me that he had been hearing something talking to him last night, and suspected that it was connected to the anomaly. When I heard about this, I asked him if he knew what it was saying. He said that he couldn't recall exactly what it was saying, but its words evoked a terrible fear in him that he never wished to experience again. When I inquired, he also stated that it was speaking English, but again, he can't recall what it's saying, exactly. I then revealed that I, too, had been hearing voices, but had not been terrified by them. This did not convince him to stay on the exploration team with us, but it seemed to comfort him that he was not the only one hearing things. I hope the other two are still in for it.
Signed, Mann
Day 3, afternoon: I asked the other guys if they experienced anything out of the ordinary in the past few days, and neither of them said that they had. This is a good thing for me, as I will have a couple of companions on my research venture, but I also feel like I will be lying to them if they haven't experienced the voices. I won't tell them about the voices myself, as I fear they will get spooked out of coming with me, but on the same token, they volunteered to venture very closely to a large horrible creature, so maybe the story about the voices won't deter them. For now, I will proceed with discretion.
Signed, J. Mann
Day 3, Evening: We set out around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and the other two guys seemed as excited to get closer to the thing as I was apprehensive. Don't get me wrong, I, too, was excited, it just seemed that they were a little too excited. I guess it isn't out of character for those two. As we got closer, indeed, the thing kept growing smaller, which sort of cooled my anxiety for a bit, but then we started seeing oddities in the snow. Of course we are dealing with a giant anomaly, but the snow prints just seemed off. There wasn't anything wrong with their pattern. They just seemed out of place.
Signed, J. Mann

{+}Investigative Log, Day[4-6]

{-}Investigative Log, Day[4-6]

Day 4: We set up camp about a quarter way to the thing. The snow was deep and thick, and to be honest, I was surprised we made it even a quarter of the way. No signs of any voices heard by myself or the other two last night. I'm making sure to be very discreet when I ask them about any oddities. I don't want to put up a red flag.
Signed, J. Mann
Day 4, afternoon: We covered about half the distance we did yesterday, so I would say we're close to halfway there. About three eights of the way, to be exact. The snow is getting deeper as we approach the thing. It continues to shrink as we approach it, so nothing too out of the ordinary thus far, with the exception of the out of place prints in the snow. None of us can work out what creature they originate from. Yesterday, I thought they were human tracks.
Signed, J. Mann
Day 4, evening: A particularly quiet evening, nothing notable has occurred.
Signed, J. Mann

Day 5: One of the guys reported that he'd heard some strange voices last night. I asked him what they were saying before I revealed that I, too, had been hearing voices. He told me that they were unintelligible. I expected this, but it is now getting quite frustrating that no one can decipher what the voices are saying. Hopefully this expedition to the thing out there will bring us more information.
Signed, Mann
Day 5, afternoon: We made very little progress today. We neglected to bring our tissue analyzer from the last tent we set up, so we had to go back. We'll be back on track hopefully by the day after tomorrow.
Signed, J. Mann
Day 5, evening: The evening is quiet once again. I've heard no voices thus far, and the tracks in the snow were absent during our trek back to the old tent today.
Signed, J. Mann
Day 5, midnight: I've been lying awake for some time now, and I've realized that something was horribly out of the ordinary. I recall that as we approached the thing, it got smaller. Well, I would expect it to grow larger as we put more distance between it and ourselves. The problem is, it has not grown larger since this morning when we left to return to the tent.
Signed, J. Mann

Day 6: The first opportunity I had, I told the other guys about my realization, and I asked what they thought we should do. There was some debate, but ultimately, we came to the decision to continue forth toward the creature. On top of this, I can report that we have all now heard the voices. The last guy finally heard them last night. Once again, they were incomprehensible. To no surprise, of course. I hold the belief that we will eventually discover what the voices are saying, but for now, we trek on.
Signed, J. Mann
Day 6, afternoon: We made it back to the point we left from yesterday, and decided to continue on for a little while longer. The creature has continued to shrink, even as we traveled the same path we traveled the day before yesterday. The spatial anomaly is starting to get eerily disheartening.
Signed, J. Mann
Day 6, evening: The creature has disappeared. We all agree that it was due southeast, but we've checked the compasses again and again, but the thing is just no longer there. I hypothesize that it has grown so small that we can no longer see it, but the other two guys think it just disappeared. Regardless, we all agree to continue in the direction we were headed. We will continue on for a day, and if it has not reappeared at that point, then I see no reason to continue. We'll just have to go back.
Signed, J. Mann

{+}Investigative Log, Day[7-9]

{-}Investigative Log, Day[7-9]

Day 7: Once again, I have heard the voice. It is now distinguishable as a single voice, as opposed to more than one, as I had previously believed. Some of the words were actually comprehensible and memorable, but they were simple things which actually made no sense when put together. The most distinct words were 'snow,' and 'back.' The latter is especially eerie, but I can't think anything of it, as there was no context. When I inquired, the other two guys had also heard the voice and came to the same conclusions as I had.
Signed, Mann
Day 7, afternoon: We've continued on for some time now, but it is only three o'clock. The creature has reappeared where we expected it to be, and it has grown considerably smaller since we last viewed it. So, I conclude that whatever occurred that affected its position did not affect the shrinkage anomaly. We look to be about three fourths of the way there now. We will continue on til' about 5 o'clock.
Signed, J. Mann
Day 7, afternoon: It is 5 o'clock, and two oddities have occurred. One, we have all agreed that the past two hours were definitely a longer duration than two hours. On top of space, the creature must incur a temporal anomaly as well. Strangely enough, however, this is the first time any temporal anomaly has been noticed by myself or the other two. Second of all, and most disturbing, are the tracks in the snow. They reappeared last night, but I thought nothing of it, as it is a normality at this point. But the tracks are definitely no longer human at this point, or anything of this Earth. The closest thing I can think of is perhaps a squid which walks on land. Considering that the creature out there has tentacular appendages, I suppose this isn't too much of a surprise, but it is still certainly frightening. I am interested in following them, but I want to get to the creature above all else. The main guards were supposed to arrive this morning, but I see no signs of them thus far. I suppose they are just not visible to us, or perhaps the temporal anomaly has affected our view of time. At any rate, I expect to arrive at the creature's location by tomorrow if things go optimally. This expedition has certainly exceeded its expected duration.
Signed, J. Mann
Day 7, evening: New tracks have appeared around our tent. None of us heard anything out of the ordinary. Myself and one of the guys agreed that those tracks were not there before, but the other guy recalls their existence before this occurrence. We will have to be more mindful of things like this. It's beginning to become more dangerous than it already was, and I suspect something sinister about these new found tracks.
J. Mann

Day 8: We awoke early this morning to get a head start. Once again, new tracks appeared in the snow. This time, none of us had any doubt of their non-existence beforehand. If we do not make it to the creature within two days, we will abandon the trek and begin to follow the tracks. I fear for our safety at this point. We should be back at base greeting the new guards and allowing them to take over.
J. Mann
Day 8, afternoon: It is 12 o'clock, and we have made it about nine tenths of the way there. The creature continues to shrink, but we are definitely very close at this point. We are going to take a brief break and get a few hours of sleep in before we continue on. We should lose little time, thanks to the temporal anomaly.
J. Mann
Day 8, midnight: Our reliance on the temporal anomaly's stability has failed us. It is currently midnight, but we only got a couple hours of sleep. I've made the decision to continue forth. My fear for my own safety, and more importantly, my fear for their safety, has grown to the point where I will have to take full control of this expedition. No more votes. I will take their opinions into consideration, but my word will be final from this point on.
Day 8-9 transition, early morning Day 9: As we continued to walk, the voice made a very clear statement to all of us. This is not verbatim, as I could never hope to remember every incomprehensible word this horrible creature has spoken to us, and I apologize for my vagueness, but we got the intended message: 'Turn back.' No doubt, at this point, these words are those of the creature we hope to reach. The tone of the voice did not imply any sort of anger or even a hint of territorial jealousy. It sounded more fearful than anything else.
Mann

Day 9: Once again, the creature has disappeared. I do not credit this occurrence to its shrinkage this time around. I am certain that we would still be able to see this behemoth, even at this small size. From this distance, I am certain of that. To be truthful, I have had enough of this. Supplies are not a problem; we brought plenty to last. I am just seriously worried about our safety. Not only is the anomaly a main issue, but the antarctic is a frigid, stark place. We have made it thus far with no serious complaints about the cold, but I worry that will not last much longer. I have made the decision to lead us in the direction of the tentacular tracks, regardless of whether the creature reappears or not, which I am certain it will. I feel as though we will not make any more progress towards the creature itself, and its eerie statement last night has seriously stricken terror in me after I've given it more thought.
Joseph Mann
Day 9, morning: The tracks have led us back to one of our oldest tents, the one at which we left the tissue analyzer. I am thoroughly confused at this. First of all, and most obvious, it took us three hours to travel a distance which previously took us five or six days to travel. Second of all, I noticed no human tracks, as you may have expected to see as a result of our previous trek back to this tent. I will continue to record things in this log to the best of my ability, but my focus has shifted from researching this beast to getting us back to base safely.
Joseph Mann
Day 9, before noon: Something has been following us this entire time, since Day 1. To be frank, I do not care about the thing out there any longer. Something has been following us, and this explains the strange tracks in the snow. This must be why those tracks led us back to our old tent. We were not following them forward; we were following them backward.
Joseph
Day 9, afternoon: I have come to the realization that I am now alone. Where I once heard the comforting sound of human footsteps crunching the snow behind me, I now hear nothing but the hollow wind and emptiness. I cannot recall at what point those two got away from me, or perhaps, at what point I got away from them, but I am now terrified of what is to come. I still have plenty of supplies packed, and as previously stated, food and water will really be no issue for at least the next fortnight, but I am alone. The tracks in the snow are now more terrifying than ever, and the voice more horrific than before.
Joseph
Leave
Day 9, afternoon: I lost my log in the snow a few hours ago. It was a simple mishap, but I recovered it without any incident. It was a little wet, but otherwise untouched.
I just took notice of the one-word entry above. I am trying to work out at what point I entered this, but I can't recall the point at which I did this for the life of me.
Joseph
Day 9, late afternoon: It feels like it has been days since I last updated this log, but I know it cannot have been, as the sun has not set, and I've only eaten one meal since that time. To be frank,
Day 9, late afternoon: It was a requirement for me to abruptly end my last entry. I heard movement circling me, and upon closer investigation, I saw the beast. The beast itself was circling me! As fast as I could, I approached the thing and skinned a sample of tissue off of its torso before it could skitter off with its horrible spastic tentacles. The tissue analyzer came up as a zero, that is, the tissue analyzer recorded no difference between this creature's tissue and a human's tissue. I will have to run some confidence tests on this, because I refuse to believe it until all evidence points to this thing being somehow related to humans.
Joseph
Day 9, evening: I've set up a tent. I want to get my mind off of this situation for a small while. I've set up a lantern and strewn out a towel on which I will eat dinner and read a book. Then I will get back to the walk, and I will likely skip sleep tonight.
Joseph
Day 9, midnight: The book seemed to quiet the voice. It was a peaceful hour, but I knew that I would have to leave as soon as I could. The sooner I get back to base, the sooner they can analyze all of this data from the tissue analyzer and make a sound conclusion about the tissue. My personal belief is that my analyzer is broken, but I've stored the tissue in my pack, so the guys at the base should have no issue running it through again.
Joseph

{+}Investigative Log, Day[10-11]

{-}Investigative Log, Day[10-11]

Day 10: I am almost back to base, but I see some guys coming over the snow-hill. I assume they are looking for me, so I need to warn them not to go any further inward.
Joseph
Day 10, morning: These folks are approaching me awfully slowly. They've taken to setting up a camp, which is strange, because if they are looking for me, which is undoubtedly the case, then they are taking an unnecessary break, as I am no more than half a mile away.
Day 10, before noon: They made some slow but steady progress toward my location, and then they decided to turn back. I suspect that the spatial anomaly is affecting our distance, because as I stated previously, we are only about half a mile apart. Why they are turning back, I haven't a clue.
Day 10, afternoon: A few things. The tracks in the snow have disappeared, as with the voice. I have gotten far enough away from the thing, I assume. And the beast has reappeared. About southeast, exactly where it should be. It is strangely comforting, but I still intend to return to base.
Day 10, evening: The three guys are now approaching me again. They make frequent stops, which I suppose I don't blame them. I must seem to be miles away from their perspective. But it is certain, they are coming for me now. I know they can see me.
Day 10, midnight: At this point, I have absolutely given up traveling on my own. Progress is heavily stymied by this spatial anomaly. I make it barely a few feet after a long day of travel. I'm very scared, and I hope these guys can make it to me before my supplies run out, which is now a concern.

Day 11: I am currently very frightened. I want these guys to turn back. I know what has happened. I don't know how it happened, but it did. I will write more on my suspicions once I recover sufficient evidence for them. But for now, I say this for future reference. I do not know how this happened.
Day 11, early morning: I recovered a journal in the snow. I know my suspicion to be true at this point. What I discovered in the journal was horrible. I refuse to write any of its contents here. I scrawled a warning in it as quickly as I could. I know who will find it.
Day 11, late morning: The travelers disappeared and then reappeared again. I tried to approach the lone wanderer in person to notify him to turn back, but this was to no avail, as he was hostile and proceeded to cut out a chunk of my back. I had no clue how to react to this. I just ran away.
This realization is too horrible for me to state plainly. My suspicions have been all but confirmed. It all adds up. The tissue analyzer coming up as a zero. The transition of human tracks in the snow to those tentacular… things. Something occurred… The time and space is all messed up due to this beast. I will leave this to the consideration of the reader, whoever finds this log. I hope it is not me this time.

Footnotes
1. "Flicker" is defined as spontaneous spatial relocation. That is, SCP-2764 will spontaneously disappear from its current location and appear in some other location. For the sake of brevity, this term will be used to describe these spontaneous dis- and reappearances.

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