Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX denotes a series of anomalies associated with the fortresses situated on Tong Pass (Tongguan County, Shaanxi, China).
Guru Script
Mengde, the Warrior Poet. Once, Tong Pass sat, rooted in the Earth.
Through Spring and Autumn, rice and blood — the fortress remained vigil in grim silence. Hollowed. Embedded. Brazen winds weaved and slashed past every jagged cliff; enough to push a fully grown farmer off his feet, enough to pull the grass glade like an emerald tide. A Lion's roar. The Warrior Poet bestowed a gold-jade chamber, deep into the mountain, and squeezed yearning, animated ambition, and air into it. Tong Pass rose, boundless, and untethered.
The Voice of the Mountain was a cloud of arrows and a storm of canons.
An Lushan, the Forever Warlord. Thrice, he slaked the fields with petty noble pools.
Zhang Xun was one such noble. He failed to pay his loyal retinue, and their hunger dissipated like their purses. So the Marquis took his favorite concubine and crying pitifully, he began chopping ceaselessly. Demanding that men should fight on, they feasted on the women of small Suiyang - blood marinated the rice.
The Voice of the Mountain was a cauldron of blood that flooded the Yangtze.
An Lushan, the Scarlet Kin. Once, Tong Pass belonged to his horses and archers.
The stoic mountain could abate his disgust at the tumultuous happenings, no longer! Winds tore the warlord's bannerman. Floods fell from clouds, subsuming the arable land below, expelling poison from the sky. The Warlord's men agonized their lungs until they could not scream, and they were no more.
The Voice of the Mountain was a man praying for rain.
D-class script?
Yeah, about that. D-X pulls at the harness' tether, but the carabiner pulls free from the ground. He pulls the tether as it's length recedes to him.
Keep directing your eyes away from the sky, D-X.
No.
No? D-X, this is a hell of a time to disobey orders. Now, remain calm.
Everything, everything feels so serene and blue. Don't you get it— it's the first time I ever was calm. It's so goddamned blue, Laura, it's so goddamned blue.
Focus, D-X. Don't you want a free trip out of here? Freedom?
Winston POV: I tried to understand what any of it meant at the end.