A corpse in a coffin in a yurt at the end of the world.

An SCP-4162 instance midway through deconstruction by Foundation archaeologists.

Item #: SCP-4162

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: Any new SCP-4162 instances reported by archaeologists or historians are to be discreetly shifted to Foundation control. Foundation archaeologists will attempt to positively identify the site as a SCP-4162 instance. If so, the land they are located on is to be designated an active dig site and civilians are to be denied entry.

Description: SCP-4162 refers to a series of yurts or gers1 built in the Mongolian style. SCP-4162 instances appear across the world in no definitive pattern, but all are located on sites with extremely low natural Hume levels. Whether this is a consequence of their construction or the motivation behind it is unknown.

SCP-4162 instances differ in external appearance, but are largely identical within. The majority of the interior space is dominated by a large sarcophagus constructed of a dense material, which is empty in all almost all instances.

List of SCP-4162 Instances:
Date of Manifestation Location of Manifestation Materials of Construction (Yurt/Sarcophagus) Recovered Items
5-11-2014 Cairo, Egypt Layered Pelts/Wood 18 clay casks of goat milk.
7-30-2014 Washington D.C, United States Horseskin/Stone 9 swords, 6 spears.
8-8-2014 London, United Kingdom Wool/Ivory 14 wood shields.
10-15-2014 Beijing, China Cashmere/Limestone 13 pairs of high-heeled archery boots, typical to those worn by Mongolian horsemen.
12-21-2014 Fortaleza, Brazil Reptile-skin/Stone, precious jewel inlays. 43 large teeth, identical to those found with Tyrannosaurus rex fossils.
3-2-2015 Tokyo, Japan Clay/Iron 6 iron helmets, typical to those worn by Khan dynasty Mongolian soldiers.
4-12-2015 New York City, United States Byssus cloth2/Steel and gold. None.
4-14-2015 Rome, Italy Silk, Pina Cloth/Platinum, diamond inlaying. See Document 4162.2.

Document 4162.2: The following document was discovered etched into the sarcophagus discovered in Rome. It has been translated from a dialect of ancient Mongolian.

The Khan was a man. He was a monster. He was a judge, he was a murderer. He fathered many great men, and ended many more. His name will be recorded in history, or it will be scoured. He brought peace to a continent, but only after waging war on all those living upon it. The Khan was a great many things. Above all, he was human.

We carry his body across the cosmos, across time itself. No matter how far we go, we are trapped in the wheel. We settle in a place. We hunt. We construct a ger, just like the one the Khan spent his first years in. We hew out a coffin to protect his body from the wrath of nature. And moments before we lay him to rest, we sigh in dissatisfaction. We pack up all our supplies and wagone amd horses and men and take off.

That is our curse. We will never be happy. We willingly took on the duty of being pallbearers to a funeral procession that the universe itself will bow down to. We do this because it is our duty, and we will never stop, because we will never be satisfied. The Khan was never satisfied with his empire, and thus he expanded outward. We will never be satisfied with his resting place, because no grave on this Earth will ever be worthy of holding him. We know this, and yet we continue, because dissatisfaction is the ultimate form of humanity. With satisfaction comes contentment, and with contentment comes laziness, and with laziness comes weakness. We will never be weak.

We will either find a place for the Khan to rest, or we will die. These are our only choices. And so we will die. Perhaps not today, perhaps not tomorrow, but one day, our work as carriers of his body will reach a stopping point. Until then, we march forward, spurning every advance the cosmos makes to give us the rest we know will lead to the abhorrent killer of men's souls that is satisfaction.

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