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F.A.Q.

Item#: XXXX

Level2

Containment Class:

esoteric

Secondary Class:

ticonderoga

Disruption Class:

amida

Risk Class:

notice

link to memo

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Assigned Site	Site Director	Research Head	Assigned Agent
Site-10	Mohammed Abdul-Rahman	Arthur Bernstein	Lillian Rosewater

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אור וחושך, main SCP-XXXX settlement, image dated to present day. Note the fields and community buildings. Image obtained from Lily Amarte's correspondences with Isabel Marant.

Special Containment Procedures: Concurrent cultural and religious views held by SCP-XXXX prevent individual group members to contact and engage with current reality, effectively preventing the need for additional containment systems. Additionally, individual group members currently exist outside of present reality, disallowing any attempt at proper containment. After considerable continued study, SCP-XXXX has been designated as a ticonderoga-class group of anomalous humanoids.

Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation given to a group of Jewish humanoids which regularly engage in grey-level¹ reality-bending. While originally nomadic, the group now is believed to have abandoned nomadism, and instead have settled within a permanent Kibbutz². The settlement, named אור וחושך, is approximately 613 whalons eastward from the concurrent starting point of universal-adjacent reality, leaving outside contact to be almost negligible. SCP-XXXX possesses several instances of anomalous technology, the group professes communalism, self-determination, and a flexible following of Jewish tradition and laws. Known to group members as the מטיילים מאחורי האל,³ the community was originally founded by Admor⁴ Mosheh Goldshteyn, a 20th century Jewish community leader, notable for his views upon secularism within Judiasm and rejection of a Jewish state or permanent territory, instead professing a nomadic, simple lifestyle. Goldshteyn's views and lectures ignited strong reactions from Jewish communities within his home country of the Russian Empire, with the early supporters of his movement forming the earliest known iteration of SCP-XXXX, unofficially formed on June 3rd, 1904.

Admor Mosheh Goldshteyn.

The group was previously unknown to the Foundation, until the fourth Yesod convention⁵.

SCP-XXXX's attendance at the Yesod convention is unusual, as the group generally professed pacifism, and was not known to have engaged in hostiles with other nation-states or ethic groups, anomalous or otherwise. SCP-XXXX and its followers followed a syncretic belief system, that brought together beliefs from Conservative Judiasm and radical, left-wing politics, both prevalent at the time. Within current age, SCP-XXXX has been identified as both part of the wider Jewish Left, and Anarcho-Communist movements. Philosophy associated with SCP-XXXX is believed to have been partially influenced by radical thinkers within the Jewish Autonomism movement, particularly the late Simon Dubnow. Goldshteyn, after the infamous Odessa Progom, in which approximately 2,500 Jews were murdered, formerly began the process of creating SCP-XXXX, and leading the first founding members on a religious pilgrimage, outside of the natural universe. This information was originally collected in a collection of poetry, written as 'Choruses'. The four poems are named after times of day, starting with 'Morning', and ending in 'Night'. The poems, alongside most poetry and literature written by members of SCP-XXXX, is written in a unique, modernist style, influenced by early European avant-garde movements. Traditions and original symbolism, still remained important, as themes from Judiasm, the most notable being belief that a new day begins at nightfall were retained in most works of art created. Alma Hurwitz, a poet associated with SCP-XXXX, noted that the group's literary circles remained hesitant to traditional writing forms, and following the status-qou, believing that blindly following current trends was an irresponsible, even dangerous way of thinking. Frequent references to breasts, motherhood, cycle of night to day, and remembrance are key attributes to SCP-XXXX poetry.

The group of poems are believed to be both partially biographical, and allegorical, with no clear distinction between both. A direct translation from Yiddish/Hebrew has been collected below.

Morning Chorus

Morning Chorus

My empty breast shall defy my empty heart, shall seek the morning, that we remember. We wish to remember. It has been so long, since we have parted. We will make peace, sing out our hearts, stories of our love.

This will not be an easy day. The sun, in his majesty, abandoned all, and devoured darkness, like the hole of ant-lion, preying upon the carcass of a great starling. My hands will seek the darkness, as if passion. My hands, empty, will seek the passion, if darkness bares to remember.

Odessa, Odessa, speakth my hand.

Eduard Josypovych Nazarenko.
Leonid Oleksandrovych Nikolenko.
Feodosij Mykolovych Sakhno.
Mykyta Stepanovych Stasyuk.
Zynovij Tarasovych Omelchenko.
Anton Stanislavovych Blyznyuk.
Kuzma Leonidovych Martynyuk.
Panas Valerijovych Pavlyuk.
Yehor Henadijovych Lysenko.
Adam Bohdanovych Medvid.

Vladyslava Yaroslavivna Klymchuk.
Mariya Denysivna Avramenko.
Zynayida Omelyanivna Vakulenko.
Bronislava Pavlivna Chernyak.
Halyna Oleksandrivna Rybak.
Rayisa Nazarivna Bodnar.
Yeva Danylivna Ostapenko.
Tayisiya Vyacheslavivna Solovjova.
Lyudmyla Yakivna Osypenko.
Orysya Oleksiyivna Mazur.

Your names will travel with us, in soul and spirit, and in harmonious light.

O', my daughter, listen to my hand, I was like a traveling swan, in the void. We will continue. Finding our way through the morning bliss, as we are strong, strong together. We are not dead. Old- but not dead. The darkness will welcome us, passion blessed. My hands are scared, emptiness left. The all-mighty will prepare for us, be it in the darkness, far from evening light.

We will always love, as our stories have taught.

Afternoon Chorus

Afternoon Chorus

Now the sun sets on the darkness of the day, and our love is not yet exhausted- sweet days ahead. We will make peace with the abscess, pale shadow, while fear and sorrow cover the heart of the wounded. We are not the wounded, old scars. We are valiant. We will heal the sick, singing stories of deep love, to our maker and self.

The darkness awakes. We will sleep at the edge of mote-blinking emptiness, at the edge of the stars. Dreams await us. We are travelers of the emptiness, and that is what we have chosen.

Sing a cock-a-crow,
Your cock a-crowing,
Ashes to ashes, the sun-a
Sing again.
Cock-a-crow, cock-a-crow,
Three times the raven flies
Deep in the darkness loom
Sing a song, cock-a-crow,
Sing a song in the afternoon sun

Evening Chorus

Evening Chorus

The night themselves is a reflection of our past.
The night is not swept by wind, shining sun,
lichen, moss-deep, the little creatures who tear at the schisms of sundew
Ghost indeed,
By dark tombs of miscreant lost
How darkness awakes the soul in our
Breast
And Blood.

The heart of the universe shouts at the setting sun, setting into soul. Naked, with breast, like Hagar, no milk, only bread.

We will create home, away in the night.
And we will cup our ears to the mote-filled sky, and feel love

With Him.

Night Chorus

Night Chorus

That house, away in the dark, formed by
Light
Creates all
And will end
All
But until, we will grow old. We will eat and drink
To us, to the children the void claimed as her own
For she is lonely
Of course, only in abstract
And one day, one night, for day is but forgotten

Our house of darkness and the end will be devoured again by the dark
And we will
Accept, for we will be close, be one
With all-mighty
Swaddled by his wrinkled hand, a-breast by darkness.

Eduard Josypovych Nazarenko.
Leonid Oleksandrovych Nikolenko.
Feodosij Mykolovych Sakhno.
Mykyta Stepanovych Stasyuk.
Zynovij Tarasovych Omelchenko.
Anton Stanislavovych Blyznyuk.
Kuzma Leonidovych Martynyuk.
Panas Valerijovych Pavlyuk.
Yehor Henadijovych Lysenko.
Adam Bohdanovych Medvid.

Vladyslava Yaroslavivna Klymchuk.
Mariya Denysivna Avramenko.
Zynayida Omelyanivna Vakulenko.
Bronislava Pavlivna Chernyak.
Halyna Oleksandrivna Rybak.
Rayisa Nazarivna Bodnar.
Yeva Danylivna Ostapenko.
Tayisiya Vyacheslavivna Solovjova.
Lyudmyla Yakivna Osypenko.
Orysya Oleksiyivna Mazur.

Your names have traveled with us.

His hand will rock them to sleep, at eternity's long end.

Addendum No. 1: Associated Materials

Following the fifth Yesod convention, council members of SCP-XXXX left a variety of material offerings, during the gift-exchanging period. Unless otherwise noted, associated materials with SCP-XXXX have been moved to site-10's internal storage. information has been gathered from the extensive notes and religious text sent with each item. Additionally, pieces of poetry had been written about each item. Transcriptions have been collected below.

Open Additional Information

עיוור ('Blind One')

A large specimen of cattle, superficially resembling the extinct Aurochs (Bos primigenius.) Used as beasts of burden, primarily for traveling, but occasionally used for milk, and meat. As they have no eyes, or comparable organs, they are believed to be completely blind, leading specifically assigned members of the community to guide them across difficult, out-of-universe terrain.

The meat, milk and other goods produced by the animal are classified as kosher within the community. Originally the hair was a deep golden color, but selective breeding lead to the development of brown animals.

Blindness

The Breasts of the Beast, sewn by milk, drunk by grave-Folk, by the gale that comes from the abyss,

In the bosom of the sweet void.

The nothingness is our home and our blood, our water, or our life, our breath.

It is the emptiness that gives us life, and the glory of above that makes us breathe our very first breath into our life.

And then we are given our own flesh, our own bones, our own hearts, our own sweetness, from the traveling beasts of the void. Struggling in the darkness, we will guide hand to empty hooves, hold fur due by great respite. Let not the gold travel among us- foolishness and blind-worship is not glory, of above, bosom of sweet void, our last and first breath.

We will not repeat Aaron's sin with blind-following, with drunk milk from the bosom and breast.

קרח גולם ('Ice Golem')

Note: Item was neutralized before proper containment could be carried out. Item effectively melted due to significant tempature change. Water remains have been placed within a liquid containment facility. Item was originally an animate, figure of approximately three meters, constructed out of packed-ice, snow and gravel. It was believed to be a Golem, a type of animate, benevolent entity found within Jewish circles. The best known example was Judah Loew ben Bezalel's golem, also known as The Golem of Prague.

Like the Prague golem, SCP-XXXX'S golem possessed little to no intelligence, performing tasks in a literal manner, and being totally subservient to its masters. The word 'אחדות' is carved into the forehead of the Golem.

After Adam-

When Adam was made from mud- of the Earth, our God said that he as a child will be made nation and people. For how are we to re-create, when words presented above, land is barren and without touch, and only coldness from above?

We will create our own from the heavens above- the closest we can.

The cold and the ice and the tears above are so close, so close to touch, to mold, to form, to create man in man's image.

So of course, we did

Even if punish for our hubris

We prove it done, with great love and fragility.

חנוכיה (Menorah)

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Item is a bronze coated menorah, decorated in Yiddish and Hebrew script, both entwined with one another, making transcription difficult. No anomalous characteristics have been discovered aside from the inability for the center candle to be put out. The following is a for-word transcription, translated into English.
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When Haggard left the wilderness to make nation, from bread and water- a child, a nation formed- She did not ask when her son will die, his soul to be embedded into obsidian, abyss, nothingness, - nothing. Nothing. nothing

We will live for as long as the flame remains. Haggard's son will live, as does we from the soul of flesh. Children of the ash. Ash- Ash. We are a fortunate People.

Our love holds.

As does Haggard, and child son, a nation build from our blood, cast into ashen flame.

Addendum No. 2

Foundation Agent Lily Amarte began corresponding with Isabel Kerhsne, a fourteen year old resident of SCP-XXXX. The postcards and assorted letters are collected for RAISA purposes.

(YOUR CAPTION HERE)

Abney, my name is Isabel Kershen. I see you wrote me a letter. I am very happy to here from you.

Hey, Abney. Name's Isabel. Kershen. My mother made me write the beginning part. I had to, she says formality and friendliness go a long way, in making new friends- I don't really talk like that… I don't like being formal, Abney, you know? I got all of your questions, we really aren't different from you are, really. I live with my parents, sister. My dad's name is Eli, my mom is Leah, and my sister is Nitzan. … My parents liked traditional names, but all my friends and I call her Nan, herself included. Traditions go a long way here. For the most part, I guess. None of us have to follow any of them, there's no real law that we have to, but it was always something followed, by all of us. Bat-Mitzfa, Bar-Mitzfa, Yom Kippur, Kaddish Prayers, in the time of mourning.

לעזאזל, I sound like my mother, don't I? All formal and stuff. Heh, you probably won't know what that word means, do you? Then again, I'm still not great at English- its not an easy language to wrap a head around. But, yeah. Like you asked, there's really nothing special about us. We're like you, Jewish too, just were we live is different. Oh, and yes, I can get ya' a photo of our kibbutz. Its basically a town. Nothing special, really, minus the cattle and the white nothingness, don't go walkin' too far-, all that.

- Isabel.

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(YOUR CAPTION HERE)

(YOUR CAPTION HERE)

I got your message just fine, Abney. What's with all the questions? I don't mind. I bet you're trying to figure me out, so you can uh, go visit me and poke cattle with me?

גֵיהִנוֹם, aren't I funny. Heh, another word for you!

But yeah, on the question- I asked my dad, and he just laughed at me. Told me I was too young to figure out the 'meaning' of life. Odd question for a little lady, he put it. Mom didn't even answer me! I talked to Moshe Dayan, and he was the only one who gave me a straight answer, not that it made any sense. 'Something for me to find out'. It didn't help, like, at all. גֵיהִנוֹם, he didn't even answer his own question. He told me that it was something he was still working on, for himself. Something he said he had to find out for him. Here, I wrote down what he said. Uh, I don't understand it, either.

'To my American friend- all of us here, all of here in the kibbutz are finding it out for ourselves. Part of the reason we came was to further ourselves, to be better Jews, to be better followers of God, and the ones above, below. Abbey, to be a follower, to live in the kibbutz, is to be one with ourselves. We find ourselves in the void. Our body is temple- a temple to be taken and passed. To be worn. To be held. To be kept. To be ourselves. For me, my point in all of this, all of the nothingness… Is that when I close my eyes, and I see the sameness, all of the sameness, the white. I can be so close to God. So close to my loved ones that have gone into the depths of below.

The kibbutz, the void, all of us are a way for us to heal, to learn, to be closer. For everyone. Everyone.'

So, uh, yeah. Do with that as you will.

Leah, you're Isabel's mother, are you? Oh, she had told me. I'm Abney- kind of. My real name is Lily. Part of what I said was a lie. I'm still a Jew, as same as you, and I still feel attached to my religion, and all of my questions- all my questions were asked from a ace of deep respect, curiousity.

I lied to gain her trust, and yours as well. My employer… Asked me to. I can't disclose their information… Who they are, why they are, why they wanted me to contact you. We're essentially biographers. Biographers of everything unusual, abnormal. … I'm sorry, I didn't mean to suggest that you and your people are odd or different- you understand?

We only wanted to learn more, and to help, if we can.- I offered to join the project, Leah, for like I said, I'm a Jew as same you are. But unlike you, and your people, I have had these doubts. These crushing doubts that I don't belong. I feel like an outlier. My mother was a convert, following my father, an Ethiopian Jew. Even that had turned heads, we grew in a conservative neighborhood. Not conservative Judiasm, mind you, Ultra-Orthadox, the conservative part was only political.

And I never really attended temple- my parents had let me chose my own religion, all that. And I kept being Jewish, but only in name. Coming across you, you and your family, friends and everyone else, reminded me so much of me. At least… The people I wanted to be part of. I want to join you. Consider myself more. Talk to Mosheh Dayan, talk to you and little Isbele.

Lily, dear. We know you. We've come across your employer before, so many times. None of us are pleased about the lie… But I'm sure it had to be done. You can apologize to all of us as soon as we meet. We're waiting for you, just leave in the Sabbath, sing the Kaddish, Shema Yisroel.

WHEN THE HEART CRIES.

HEAR ISRAEL MY GOD.

When the heart cries only God hears
the pain rises out of the soul
a man falls down before he sinks down
with a little prayer (he) cuts the silence

Hear Israel my God, you're the omnipotent
you gave me my life, you gave me everything
in my eyes a tear, the heart cries quietly
and when the heart is quiet, the soul screams
Hear Israel my God, now I am alone
strengthen me my God; make it that I won't fear
the pain is big, and there's no where to run away
make it end, for no more strength is left within me

When the heart cries, time stands still
all of a sudden, the man sees his entire life
he doesn't want to go to the unknown
he cries to his God right before a big fall.

Israel is in all of us. It is a place of belonging and home, not a state. It is internal, Lily.

Following correspondence, Lily Amarte is considered MIA.

Footnotes

1. Indicates reality-jumping or reality-crossing into abstract space outside of current reality or universe.

2. A Jewish, collective community traditionally based upon agriculture.

3. Travelers Behind God.

4. Anagram for Adonainu, Morainu, VeRabbeinu Translated into English, the honorific title reads as Our Master, Our Teacher, and Our Rabbi.

5. A conference of meetings between anomalous city-states, countries and regions. The meetings have been compared to the Yalta conference.