Item #: SCP-9302
Object Class: Neutralization Imminent.
Special Containment Procedures: In 15 minutes, this page will not exist.
Remember to forget.
Description: SCP-9302 is a question. Every point of space, every moment of time, is being asked that question.
Hm. How to put this?
There was a song, once. It was a song much like you knew it - but it was different.
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Where once there was a song, now there is only silence.
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Where once there was silence, now sings a song.
…
I dont think that's right either…
See, we exist in a question. Every point of space, every point of time, each being asked the same question: Are you? Or are you not.
Invariably, inevetibly, all things converge on one answer: that we are not.
The nuance is in the space between. When the breath is held, when the voice is yet to speak.
In that single moment, we are.
Addendum: I cannot…
The pattern. The pattern. The pattern. The pattern. The pattern. The pattern. The pattern. The pattern. The pattern. The pattern. The Pattern. The pattern. The pattern.
The Pattern.
This moment. It exists purely to exist, purely because nothing else could experience except for you. For you, here, for me, here.
We only have this moment and I know what I must do, I know where this goes, I know where this ends.
I know my purpsoe. I know it. I knwo you, my friend. For now…Now you have read. And in this sparse time, this fleeting moment, you have come to me and I…
I cannot…
To live is to be known, is it not?
To experience is to know. What. You. Are.
To know what I am…
So I ask you a simple question: are you? Are you, truly, are you? Are we?
Am I?
SCP-=9302 will cease to exist in
minutes.
Will you stay with me?
Will you stay in this moment with me.. ? Ending is a lie.
This moment existed. I did too.