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Containment Class:
euclid
Depiction of SCP-6000 by the 15th-century Chinese artist Shen Zhou (沈周). Note the characteristic dual-voyager motif and the Araucaria-like silhouettes of the trees in the right of the painting.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the stochastic nature of its effects, SCP-XXXX is currently considered uncontainable. Foundation historians are to acquire copies of any media depicting SCP-6000, and are to continue to promulgate the hypothesis that these depictions refer to a non-anomalous habitat type.
Description: SCP-6000 refers to a temperate coniferous forest of indeterminate location and indeterminate existence. All data substantiating SCP-XXXX’s existence are in the form of historical documents (many of a mythological nature) either describing it as a location or detailing a journey to, into, and out of SCP-6000. Documents describing SCP-6000 have been found ranging throughout recorded history.
SCP-6000 is consistently described as possessing the following attributes:
- Location within a valley in a mountainous region.
- Canopy dominated by conifers, usually named as either cedar or pine. As multiple plants bear both these names, the exact species are often not determinable.
- High species richness. The majority of species are represented in the understory or as fauna, while the overstory is much more homogeneous. No animals are described that are not native to the region in which the writer locates SCP-6000; however, descriptions of plants are much more fanciful and may include distinctly anomalous or impossible phenotypes (for example, trees greater than 130 m in height; achlorotic instances isolated from any nearby photosynthesizers and therefore lacking in a carbohydrate source; or trees with sufficient canopy density and crown width that their weight would exceed the maximum possible compressive strength of wood).
- Location significantly distant from the writer’s place of habitation, requiring a multi-day journey (regardless of method of transport) to access and to traverse. Often, SCP-6000 is described only a portion of an account of a longer journey, indicating that the source writer did not at the time identify the traverse of SCP-6000 as being exceptionally out of the ordinary.
- Any party undertaking travel to or through the forest is composed of exactly two individuals. These two voyagers may otherwise be of any age, gender, and vocation.
It is currently undetermined if entry to SCP-6000 is dependent upon personal actions or is entirely stochastic.
Examples of sources or translations of sources describing SCP-6000 are provided below. For a full catalogue of SCP-6000 attestations, please contact the Historical Department.
This tale depicts the struggles of Atsu-hery-ib, the assistant to a merchant, to return to his home and family in Egypt after becoming stranded in Levantine Phoenicia due to a series of misfortunes. Like to The Voyage of Wenamun, scholarship has been divided on whether this document was intended to be an accurate report of a genuine journey or whether it was intended to serve as “fiction set in a real historical time” (Tyldesley, 2011). This particular episode comes relatively early in the tale: Atsu-hery-ib is attempting to travel overland to the port of Tyre with a recently-made companion named Chibale. The two men have sought directions at a homestead, but have subsequently taken an incorrect turning and been led further into the mountains.
Now the soils of this place were both black and white, and a multitude of streams ran through them. Indeed even the air was damp, and water gathered upon our garments as we walked. Many living things there were among the trunks, and we had no names for them, for they were new and strange to our sight. And the trees themselves were beyond anything that we had known: their heads were lost within the clouds, and their trunks were composed of snakeskins, and their branches lay thickly as the plaits of a woman’s hair. Surely they had never been before put to the axe, for no inroads did we cross and no marks were there upon the trunks from any blows.
And Chibale spoke to me, saying: “Surely this is the forest from which the cedar is harvested; the cedar that is shipped to Kemet on Egyptian ships.”
But I denied him, saying: “No, for there is not a mark on any tree, nor have we crossed any inroads. Say rather that this must be the forest to which man does not go, and that we ourselves may be the first people to tread this land.”
Thus did we approach the holy shrine of the Mothers and the Fathers in the wild places; yet our eyes were veiled, and we were blinded, and did not know where it was that we passed. For this passage have I done them honour in Khemenu and within my own household: Nun and Naunet, Kek and Kauket. Libations I prepare for you, o lords who were before all, engenderers, supporters and raisers of the world and all therein!
The land passed into foothills, and we reached the shore not far to the north of Tyre. With the last of our coin, we purchased passage to the city, and there sought one who could find for us a ship returning to Kemet.
This text was found in the drafts of translator Edward FitzGerald after his death.
I
Above our brow the Branches arching sweep,
Unfold their Leaves whose many Hues did keep
From times when man Bestrode the new-made Earth
The Maker’s hour, where Time wends deep and deep!
II
Behind us the City, before me Wood—
Beneath this moon-glazed Night we shiv’ring stood
To cross into that Vale of ancient Stars
And tow’ring Grace of teeming livelihood!
III
Thought we, the Wine: whom coax’d this forth from Mind!
Yet ere we lay our hand Upon the the Rind
Of yonder tree with Crown outstretched from Sight—
Felt Fern, and Moss, and Bark of firmest kind.
IV
Beheld us the Path, strewn as though with Rose
Green-glowing whorls, kindled from dark Repose.
This earthly Garden of strange-curling fans—
Whose palaces from pitted Stone expose.
V
Down flows the Water, jacinth-red and Bright
Tipped down stairs of Air, from Allah’s own height
As we stepped forth into the ancient Sand
Of waves that stretch unto Eternal Sight.
Vafþrúðnismál is a poem from the Codex Regius detailing a contest of wits between the god Óðinn and the giant Vafþrúðnir. The questions and answers laid out in the poem mainly concern Norse cosmogony.
Óðinn spake:
Much have I fared | much have I found,
Much have I got of the gods:
What shall live of mankind | when at last there comes
The mighty winter to men?
Vafþrúðnir spake:
In Hoddmimir’s wood | shall hide themselves
Lif and Lifthrasir then;
The morning dews | for meat shall they have,
Such food shall men then find.
Be not afraid! | Beneath the branches
In gladness shall they go
The children of men | within the meadow
And men in woven byre
The serpent-tree’s limbs | shall shelter them
In the meadows vetch grow.
Upon their heart | shall the runes be scribed,
On drinking ….. will learn……..
…..will be spoken
Fathers in counsel with sons.
Mothers……. | ……. their daughters…..
……… will be washed ………..
This section derives from the personal account of botanist Samuel Langhorne’s 1879-80 expedition in the Lushai Hills in India with the intention of cataloguing the biodiversity and geology of the region. The remainder of the document is publicly available, and here only the relevant section has been cited.
Addendum 6000-1: On 18/06/2018, Foundation Agent Yuan Bǎi was reported missing by her partner Foundation Agent Ren Ling during a routine investigation of a property in Khorgas, Xinjiang Province, China. A search of the area performed a day later did not find any trace of her or suggest any reason for her disappearance. However, 25 days later, Agent Yuan contacted the Foundation from Bole, Xinjiang Province, China, requesting retrieval. She declined to discuss the events of the period in person, but provided the Foundation with her body camera. A transcript of the footage from this camera, covering this time period, follows.
Video Analysis: SCP-6000
Date: 18/06/2018 to ~13/07/2018
**Note: This transcript has been abridged, with extraneous speech and repetitive sections removed. A full transcript is available upon request.
Day 1
Agent Yuan switches on her body camera. She and Agent Ren is standing along the edge of a gravel road, with the vehicle parked beside her. Ahead, the road is gated to prevent vehicle entry.
Agent Yuan: Huh, these fellows really are rural, aren’t they.
Agent Ren nods, and both proceed along the road. The surrounding environment is semi-arid, dominated by dirt and grasses. However, as they continue walking, the ground begins to descend, and the vegetation changes to include some xerotolerant shrubs. As they walk, they carry on a conversation, presumably begun during transit, about the potential future influences of AI development on political thought.
To the left of the road, a dirt path branches off. The agents stop at this point.
Agent Yuan: Now, I suspect this just joins up on the other side of that curve. I’ll go down it a little ways - you want to dart around to make sure that it actually does connect?
Agent Ren looks around, but apparently does not notice anything of concern.
Agent Ren: Okay, I’ll check. If it’s not in 100 meters, I’m coming back.
Agent Yuan: Sounds good.
Agent Yuan proceeds down the dirt path and into the shrubs. The path does not reconnect with the road within 100 meters; however, Agent Yuan does not turn back, but rather continues to follow the path. The slope of the ground increases, and it is clear that the depression into which Agent Yuan is descending is large. Possibly due to the slope of the land, there appears to be greater availability of water here than near the road, as the vegetation grows more lush and herbs begin to fill the spaces between the shrubs.
Agent Yuan’s radio crackles, and the voice of Agent Ren is heard.
Agent Ren: Bai? Bai, it’s been an hour since you were supposed to come find me. If you don’t respond to this, I’m assuming you can’t and I’m calling you in as missing.
Agent Yuan ignores the transmission, and her radio picks up no further signals. After approximately 2.5 hours of walking, the vegetation begins to include small trees and undergrowth indicative of an ecotone between shrubland and forest. She has not spoken since separating from Agent Ren.
Over the next several hours, the environment grows more humid and more vegetated. Tree height and diversity increases, although the understory reaches a maximum coverage and then begins to decrease, likely due to limited light. Tree genera identifiable include //Larix (larch), Pinus (pine), Cedrus (cedar), Cupressus (cypress), and Ficus (fig). The canopy height and composition at this point resembles that found in East Asian and Pacific temperate rainforests. The forest floor and understory is dominated by large ferns and grasses.//
When night falls, Agent Yuan halts in her travel and begins to construct a nest out of leaf litter and organic debris at the base of one of the conifers.
Day 02
Agent Yuan rises slightly after dawn and continues along what appears to be her heading from the previous day. The trail she has been following peters out after approximately an hour of walking; however, the undergrowth is thin enough that it does not inhibit her movement.
In the early afternoon, there is a flash of light from ground level to Agent Yuan’s left.
Agent Yuan: Hello? Is someone there?
She draws her sidearm and investigates the source of the light. It is revealed to have come from a cleft between the buttress roots of a large //Ficus. Within this hollow has been deposited a loosely-woven undyed cloth, a rectangular frame of deer or elk antlers, and a shallow copper alloy bowl. Agent Yuan lifts and examines all the objects, but there is no indication of who placed them there nor their intended purpose. //
Agent Yuan appears to consider something for several minutes, then uses the antler frame and the cloth to construct a rough frame pack, into which she places the bowl. She rises and continues on her previous heading until nightfall, whereupon she makes a nest similar to that she created the previous night and sleeps within it.
Day 03
Agent Yuan spends approximately 4 hours retrieving, examining, and discarding Araucaria cones that have fallen to the forest floor. Initially, she examines each cone individually; however, after approximately 30 minutes, she adopts a technique involving gathering a large number of cones into a pile, after which she sits down and skims through the cones en masse. She eventually selects one cone on unidentifiable criteria, which she places into the pack.
Day 04
The forest floor community has shifted from being grass-dominated to being dominated by clubmosses and ferns. The understory comprises seed ferns and cycads in addition to small conifers and broadleaved shrubs. Based upon the relative position of the sun throughout the day, Agent Yuan has been travelling in an eastward direction. Her pace has slowed compared to the previous three days, and she spends most of her time examining various flora, organic debris, water bodies, and rock outcrops along her route.
Caption: An epiphyte observed by Agent Yuan upon the bark of an unidentified tree. The broad leaves with pinnate venation indicate a taxonomic placement in the Dicotelydoneae. The purpose of the epidermal spines is unknown, as no herbivore presence has been observed so far in SCP-6000.
Day 24
The terrain has become very waterlogged, necessitating a dramatic decrease in Agent Yuan’s rate of travel. She navigates between small “islands” consisting of proximal root masses and consolidated organic material or limestone outcrops. The understory vegetation appears limited to small bryophytes up to 20 cm in height. The canopy vegetation is a mixture of woody and scale trees with diameters estimated up to 15 m; occasionally, large achlorotic spire-shaped structures are also visible, although Agent Yuan never approaches close enough to one for further identification to be possible.
On all previous days, Agent Yuan ceased travel slightly prior to local sunset (it is noted that the daylength in SCP-6000 has been slowly decreasing since Agent Yuan’s entry, with the time between successive sunsets currently approximately 21.5 hours). However, this time she continues through twilight and into full night.
Day 25
The video feed gradually brightens over a period of approximately 20 minutes. Agent Yuan kneels facing a body of water that extends to the horizon. The shore is sandy, and many dark, mushroom-like protrusions extend into the shallows. She holds the bowl obtained on Day 2 in both hands. It is partially filled with a dark, opaque liquid.
Agent Yuan: We were resting as the night fell over us, curled up there in the crook of one of those great arms. [laughs] “We”, I say, when all along it was just myself, doubled. Myself and all the other parts, that I never thought of, that I still doubted and feared. My human self and animal self, separated out in my consciousness. But in that moment, the two turned each to the other, and I said - the foxfire was all kindling, down there in the mists and in clusters up the bark, and I said - “it looks like a city,” I said.
And it was. It was suddenly streetlights, and tall towers, and people crawling around down through the crowded streets - and it remained the forest nonetheless, the towers shadowing them were sequoias, and they bought food from stalls that were clusters of sprouting mushrooms. The forest is the city, and the city is a forest.
We never think of it like that, do we? It’s always “here is the wild, the natural, and here is the built”, never-the-two-shall-meet, and we forget that we are the creatures who build. It is as innate to us as flight to birds. Though we say our technologies will ruin us, and our societies will ruin us, they haven’t yet. Why should they? It is human nature, to want a world easier for our children. There is no line. Between the natural and the man-made there is no war. [laughs] There never was a war. It was always us, and it always will be us - each generation, ideally adapted to their parents’ world. We evolve only to evolve further.
Agent Yuan: And so here I am. I’ve found an ocean, here where there cannot be an ocean. But I brought it with me, carried it in this bowl, in the atria of my heart, since that first droplet in the primordial sea. The endpoint of an unbroken chain of beings and mistakes and near-misses. The world almost ended before, in the Permian, in the Ordovician, but it wasn’t enough. [laughs] And I fear - what, some indescribable dependence on technology? As though my ancestors never depended on their hoes, nor the crinoids on the reef. As though time before the current is holy, and time proceeding from it debased.
How arrogant, to draw the line there. How needless, to borrow shame simply for being as humans always have been.
Agent Yuan: So I’ll go back, and - Jianyu and I have been thinking about children; I will bear them with the body I have only because of a single ancestor and a single virus, and they will grow up, and learn things I never dreamed of knowing, and I will be afraid. They will be heading into a future filled with new and strange technologies, unknowable to me - and their children, and their children - and I will fear that it is too indulgent, too unnatural. Just as my grandmother feared for me, and her grandmother for her, back and back and back. And what could be more natural than that?
Agent Yuan lifts the bowl to her face and tilts it towards herself.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an ovoid spacecraft currently in orbit around the sun at a distance of approximately 54.3 AU, placing it within the outer Kuiper belt. Along its longest axis, SCP-XXXX is approximately 1.5 km in length, and approximately 800 m in width and height. Although externally undamaged, SCP-XXXX is currently unpowered and emits no detectable electromagnetic signal, and is therefore presumed to be defunct. Its orbital period is approximately 400 years at an average orbital speed of 4.04 km/s.
The hull of SCP-XXXX is proteinaceous, bearing structural similarities to insect cuticle proteins. It also contains significant amounts of metals, mainly magnesium and iron, which serve to strengthen and the hull. Isotope analysis of the hull of SCP-XXXX indicates an extrasolar origin.
Whether SCP-XXXX had any intended destination prior to capture in the Sun’s gravity well is unknown.
Addendum XXXX-1: SCP-XXXX Primary Exploration Log
Primary Exploration Video Log Transcript
Date: 18/12/2035
Subject: SCP-XXXX
Team Lead: ट4-Lead
Team Members: ट4-Alpha, ट4-Beta, ट4-Gamma, ट4-Delta
Notes: The purpose of this exploration was to characterize a portion of the interior of SCP-XXXX in order to inform further exploration and mapping of the craft.
Beta: Oof. That’s definitely more than 1 g.
Gamma enters the smaller chamber. Immediately upon entry, a translucent membrane closes across the entrance, cutting Gamma off from the rest of the team. His silhouette appears to turn around in surprise.
Alpha: Gamma!
Gamma: Yes, I -
Gamma screams, and his silhouette collapses.
As far as we can tell, the purpose of this chamber was purely to stimulate a physiological response in organisms that entered it.
Addendum XXXX-2: SCP-XXXX-A: Upon translation, one of the documents retrieved bore significant similarities to a physiological textbook or reference, revealing significantly more detail about the presumed inhabitants/crew of SCP-XXXX (designated SCP-XXXX-A). SCP-XXXX-A
I am Ao-Silicon-86.
I am writing this after my Acknowledgement -
Treatise
We live lives of incredible comfort compared t the planet-dwellers. No harvest can fail because of fluctuations in weather, no plagues or disasters can ravage out population. Our available resources are as nigh unlimited as possible.
Yet, we still experience fear. Which means that our safety is not yet absolute.
For in measure as we have control, we have power, and not only the power to support each other but the power to inflict damage upon each other. Does not the Betrayal provide evidence of this? Its trauma still reverberates throughout civilization - the greatest atrocity out of a myriad done against us, and it was not the fault of the physical laws.
To this end, the truly moral actor must remain in a state of continuous vigilance. That one must interrogate their thoughts, their desires, and swiftly quell any that are in conflict with the wider good of society.
—-
My name is Icterine-Thulium-73, and words cannot express how saddened and outraged I am to hear of this act - no, this atrocity.
The dead that came before us suffered more than we will ever know - and yet one of us dares to disrespect them thusly?
Cinerous-Samarium-77, I doubt that you yourself shall read this. But nonetheless, I will say it: It shames me to breathe the same air as you. The day you and all your kind are wiped from the population utterly will be the most celebrated day in our civilization’s entire history.
My name is Phthalo-Tantalum-82, and I cannot trust my own mind.
I was afraid. It shames me even to think of it now - how selfish, how cruel, how wicked! To think of avoiding it, just because it would hurt. And I know, I know in my mind that it is a righteous hurt, the most righteous one. Those who suffered and died in the betrayal deserve far more recompense than that, and it is a sin to deprive them of it - but I did not want to undergo it.
But deep, deep down my body still wishes to defend itself. It is still so terribly selfish, wanting to keep all its flesh for itself rather than to give it up for the respect of everyone else in existence. How do I scrub this feeling out?
And worse yet, what if it is realized that I had this feeling? I scribe this on metal rather than in the databases because of this fear. And I know this is wrong too, that my inner thoughts should be bare and honest to all others, that the keeping of secrets in a horrible injustice to those they are kept from.
I have done harm - oh, I have done terrible harm.
Incarnadine-Tellurium-84 is hurt somehow, and I cannot salve it. And that makes me complicit as much as if I had taken a rod to them myself.
I must hurt myself. I must hurt myself equivalent to their hurt, and only then will my debt to them be paid back.
I am going to break society, if I continue to keep this secret. If I do not open out these feelings to be appropriately judged by all the others. If I do not bring myself before the tribunal and plead for their guidance and let them do whatever must be done to bring me back in line again.
I am going to be selfish and others are going to die. I am going to eat one morsel more and leave others to starve, and they starving will try to seize food from others, and there will be another Betrayal. I am going to forget one day and leave a tool in the corner and I-T-84 will knock it down, and it will strike them and they will be traumatized by that pain. By my inconsideration. And their beloveds will seek out revenge against me and be justified, but it will fix nothing because they will always be damaged by it, deep down.
My name is Phthalo-Tantalum-82, and I am a monster.
I received the message only at the beginning of this cycle: Cinerous-Samarium-77 has been discovered to be neglecting their Acknowledgements. They skipped nine - nine! and I only considered skipping one - before the systems had gathered enough data for the accusation against them to be brought to the tribunal.
And, in keeping with the norms to protect the rest of the populace, they are to be neutralized within a maximum of two cycles. Them, and all within five degreesof them so that the genes responsible for such wickedness cannot be spread. And because the risk of replicating this behaviour is so much higher in those carrying those genes.
And the message said that I am within that group.
I wish it did not explain so much. That it did not illustrate the reason for my hesitance, for all my guilt. The reason that I seem only capable of doing harm.
I know I should go willingly. Isn’t keeping everyone else safe, and happy, and fulfilled the greatest charge? Isn’t that the whole purpose of existence? I have to neutralize myself, if it’ll keep them safe, if that’s the only way to ensure that I won’t hurt them.
But I still want to live. That alone makes me unrighteous, unsalvageable. I want to fight, when they come to drag me away, I want to thrash and cry out and beg for clemency - so selfishly.
Even if I were not neutralized, I don’t think I can live in this domain anymore. It is so easy for everyone else to be righteous, to be properly selfless and give themselves into the service of all the others, and it is so hard for me.
So this is what I have realized, curled up in this hole I cannot call mine but oh I want to: if C-S-77’s evil is within my deepest sclerites already, if I am already just as vile as the Betrayers, it does not matter if I am neutralized willingly or if I fight and destroy everything. Being good was never an option - only the way I go bad.
And if I fight, I could live. It is not likely, but the chance is there.
My name is Phthalo-Tantalum-82, and I have nothing left to lose.
Her parents took her to Eibingen, once - fourteen days in Germany, each one marked with some new concert hall or museum or cultural touchstone for her father to wax eloquent about. One day for each year of her life so far, and by only the fourth her head had been so full with culture she had thought it liable to spill, if she nodded too hard.
But it is Eibingen she remembers most clearly - the waving grasses swallowing her new shoes above the ankles, the dusty whitewashed walls, the all-pervasive sense of quiet and stillness that covered the entire place. She had wandered about halfheartedly, never so far that her mother might scold her for getting separated, staring at little painted icons, massive bricks of umber stone, the pale-gold casket that the guide said held the relics of the blessed mystic.
(It was not so much that these things held no interest. It was more that they were being explicated in such a dry, toneless voice, that the tour group was being shuffled past them according to a neat, clean schedule. There was no point, she thought, in preserving a dead woman’s hands if you only shut them up, could not reach out across the centuries and ask her what did you see, what was it like to hear His voice out of the same heavy humming stillness that so long later still covers Eibingen like a veil?)
In nearby Rüdesheim am Rhein her mother bought a phonograph record wrapped in creamy paper, tucking it into her satchel for the long train ride home. It waited like that on the phonograph table for three days until she screwed up the courage to ask if she could take it out, put it on. The paper came away gently, like peeling the skin from a peach, and when she placed the needle down she could not have expected what came flooding from the machine -
Even over its shallow hiss the words lifted, O quam mirabilis est, prescientia divini -
(If there was any doubt left in her fourteen-year-old mind, it withered in the music like ice in a river.)
- pectoris que prescivit omnem creaturam -
“Think about - goodness, I don’t know, just use that lovely imagination of yours!”
She closes her eyes, and the glassy eyes, the whirring fans, the stickiness of the couch-leather on her bare skin, all fall away and disappear. Rather, she imagines a spear of iron piercing her heart, parts her lips as though to receive a burning coal, and thinks of the stillness of Eibingen, oh, God, oh, my God -
“Wonderful!”
- nam cum Deus inspexit -
[munitions]
- faciem hominis quem formavit -
[flight, boat, war]
- omnia opera sua -
[dancing, player piano]
- in eadem forma hominis integra aspexit -
“George?”
He pulls his hand away and gives her an apologetic grin. “I’m fine. Just feeling a bit - strung out today.”
And she hears what is not said: of course he feels the same fear. The creator smelts himself into everything he makes - the singer spits blood into his songs, and Ariadne’s thread was plied of Daedalus’s heartstrings. To have the invention rejected is to have the self rejected, to have that sliver destroyed; of course no-one would desire that pain.
She reaches out and covers his table-bound hand with her own. “Don’t be afraid,” she says, and means it.
- que hominem sic suscitavit -
The silence is suddenly as oppressive as a blanket of steel.
She makes herself a cup of coffee from the percolator, then wanders vaguely across the living room to the corner where the phonograph sits on its small polished-wood table. Nothing in the records attracts her, as she bends and pages through the stack on the lower shelf - Astaire, Fitzgerald, a handful of Serenades and Quartets, Crosby - none of them a match for this half-emptiness, half-agitation.
Until her fingers stop, on a blue cover. This is a much newer copy, of course; the old shellac had been left in the house of her parents. But it still has the mystic’s name on it, Compositions of Hildegard von Bingen, who knew what it was like, to hear that voice breaking open the not-whirlwind.
(For her, of course, it is far too late now. History makes it quite clear that the demographic to which the Lord sends visions is virginal girls, on the cusp of adulthood but having not finished shedding their childhood innocence - not twice-divorced mothers of toddlers who have to shut off the radio because they’re so tired of hearing war news, who could barely recognize their own faces absent of rouge and kohl. But at least she still has this.) The needle sets down and the sound obediently warbles out, O quam mirabilis est, inspiratio que hominem -
Settling down into her armchair, she adjusts the volume, and the music fills the room, swells and lifts her high into the vault of heaven and into the changing sky and spreads her out among different peoples, though they are far away from her in distant lands and places. The babble of all their diverse languages coalesces, weaves itself into a net and then plies itself into a single cord of glowing light, a spiral of countless strands. It wends about her wrists and draws her along, draws her into itself - the medieval philosophers asked how many angels could dance upon the head of a pin, but this must be the roads they take home when the cabaret closes.
In the bombed-out streets of Britain, in the forests of India, in the wode
They harmonize, stack, one note, one chord, one cry that is joy awe terror rapture no, no, none of them; to them as the sun is to the spark, the open sea to the saucer.
There is coffee on the rug.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: A 1-km perimeter is to be established around SCP-XXXX-1 to prevent civilian access.
Examples of several of the glyphs present within SCP-XXXX-1.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an extradimensional location accessible through SCP-XXXX-1, a subterranean hof located in Leningrad Oblast, Russia. It has a climate and biota identical to the western Eurasian subarctic. The full extent of SCP-XXXX has not been measured, but has been estimated at more than 900 kilometers in diameter. Although human artifacts have been discovered in SCP-XXXX, it appears to contain no extant sapient species or evidence of permanent habitation. Audio and video communication is impossible between the interior and exterior of SCP-XXXX, necessitating that any entrant exit the location at the hypothesized “exit terminal” before contact can be reestablished.
SCP-XXXX-1 dates to approximately the early 9th century AD and has a radial structure, comprising a single central chamber and four blind-ended hallways (excluding the entrance) extending to the northeast. The most significant feature of SCP-XXXX-1 is a single mature rowan tree (Sorbus aucuparia) growing in the center of the central chamber. Because of its dark environment, this tree is highly chlorotic and receives the majority of its nutrients through symbiotic relationships with ectomycorrhizal fungi that extend through the underlying soil and transport sugars from the trees surrounding SCP-XXXX-1. The saprotroph Mycena candentis composes approximately 63% of the local fungal community (as determined by soil qPCR), with the major ectomycorrhizal species being A. muscaria and Suillellus sp.
The remains of a large number of animals were discovered around the base of the central tree. The main proportion of these were roe deer or reindeer, although twelve bear skulls and the skeleton of one adult human male were also excavated. For this reason, SCP-XXXX-1 was originally hypothesized to be an abnormally-constructed Germanic pagan shrine (pre-Christian North Germanic pagan cultures performed sacrifices of animals and war criminals to worship deities or spirits); however, the
A set of humanoid remains were also discovered near to the entrance of the hof; the jewelry and textile fragments associated with it indicate that it was a female of high status. Multiple skeletal abnormalities, including holospondyly, partial vertebral fusion, and extended vertebral processes match physical augmentations typical of Sarkic karcists; whether augmentations were present in the soft tissue is unknown. An iron spatha-form sword was found in the body’s abdominal region; however, the lack of belt frogs, belt fixtures, or scabbard indicate that this sword did not belong to the woman in question, and was deposited in its current location either as a grave good or by an assaulting force.
There’s some sort of human presence! Or at least trail markers.
So I’ve found my first person. Looks like he’s ninth-century too, from what’s left - there’s significant corrosion of all metal artifacts, but his pins and belt-fixtures are still vaguely recognizable. No weapons, though - not even a knife, which is very odd.
He doesn’t have a flint and steel either.
(Tularemia)
Day… uh… thirty-three, I think? Thirty-something. I’ve sort of lost count.
Shit. I - (heavy breathing) Shit.
Okay. Okay.
I just killed a polar bear.
Don’t worry. I’ll leave the liver for the scavengers.
Addendum: On [DATE], a Foundation
All items in Dr. Woodward’s possession upon retrieval were confiscated; none displayed any anomalous properties.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class:* Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: A sample of SCP-XXXX is to be stored at -80˚C in a standard biohazard freezer at Site-56. A disinformation campaign is to be compiled and disseminated stating that SCP-XXXX is a non-anomalous viral strain and that abnormal results obtained from the blood work of infected individuals are the result of SCP-XXXX modifying host cell morphology. Infected individuals are to be treated with standard antiretroviral drug regimens based upon individual weight and infection stage and monitored under the guise of treatment. Nucleoside analogs in combination with protease inhibitors have proven most effective at maintaining viral latency.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous strain of gammaretrovirus, clustering most closely with the gibbon ape leukaemia virus based on complete genome cDNA sequencing. SCP-XXXX is capable of infecting humans, the common chimpanzee (Pan troglodytes), and the bonobo (P. paniscus); these two species are believed to serve as reservoirs. It is hematocytoblast-tropic and is believed to use the CD59 glycoprotein as a target receptor to mediate entry.
In addition to the standard elements of the gammaretrovirus genome (5' LTR, 3' LTR, gag, pro, pol, and env genes), the genome of SCP-XXXX also contains several genes coding for accessory proteins, which are believed to play a role in the development of its anomalous effect. These accessory proteins include two vanadium-binding proteins (believed to be the result of an ancestral duplication of a single gene) and a hemocyanin complex.
Primary symptoms of SCP-XXXX infection include fatigue, weakness, and dyspnea. By the time these symptoms are noticed by the subject, the infection has universally also caused characteristic changes to the composition of the subject's blood. Anemic symptoms are the result of SCP-XXXX causing arrest of erythropoiesis prior to release of the erythroid progenitor cells, resulting in the blood acquiring a clear, pale yellow appearance. Although the previously-mentioned hemocyanin complex performs some oxygen transport, it is not sufficient to meet the human metabolic demand; as yet, the means by which oxygen transport requirements are met in SCP-XXXX-infected individuals remains unknown. Additionally, over the course of the first month of infection, plasma electrolyte concentrations shift, becoming at new equilibrium equivalent to the average solute concentrations of surface seawater. Concentrations of serum proteins, lipids, and glucose remain unchanged, while the equilibrium of the bicarbonate buffer system shifts towards the carbonic acid member, maintaining pH within normal physiological range.
Most significantly, SCP-XXXX results in the appearance of unicellular photosynthetic plankton within the affected individual's circulatory system. The species and abundances of the plankton populations in the intravascular fluid match the average of the wild plankton populations in the seawater nearest to the infected individual's habitation. A metagenomic comparison between eDNA isolated from this fluid and from native seawater have shown no statistically significant differences in species identity, species richness, or allele frequency. Subsequent RADseq-based SNP analysis has indicated a persistence of gene flow between the intravascular and wild plankton populations, therefore suggesting that the intravascular plankton populations do not arise spontaneously in situ but are anomalously translocated from their wild environment to the intravascular environment. No species known to produce ichthyotoxins or brevetoxins have been identified in the intravascular environment, further indicating that the translocation is in some manner selective.
https://www.sciencedirect.com/topics/veterinary-science-and-veterinary-medicine/murine-leukemia-virus
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murine_leukemia_virus
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/nuccore?Cmd=Link&LinkName=nuccore_nuccore_samespecies_rsgb&IdsFromResult=9628654
https://viralzone.expasy.org/67?outline=all_by_species
https://viralzone.expasy.org/67?outline=all_by_protein
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siderophore#Biological_function
https://earthobservatory.nasa.gov/features/Phytoplankton
Phytoplankton categories
- Dinoflagellate
- Diatom
- Coccolithophores
- Foraminiferans
- Cyanobacteria
- Green algae
- Euglena
https://www.sciencedirect.com/topics/medicine-and-dentistry/erythropoiesis
Addendum XXXX-1: On [][]/[][]/2018, [][][][] [][][][], Autopsy found cause of death to be heart failure as a result of an infarction resulting from the apparent translocation of a solitary salp (family Salpidae) into the left atrium of the heart. This is the first recorded instance of the translocation of a metazoan by SCP-XXXX; the possibility of other, similar events having gone unnoticed is being investigated.
Once, in the ancient days, there lived a man named Merdhu, who was a herder in the wilderness.
And it passed that upon a time, Merdhu came down to the cities that he might sell his goods and trade for the things of which he had need in the wilds: stone and metal blades for his knives, and salt, and bronze wires with which to repair harness and tack. He haltered and strung his herd and left them without the city gates, as all herdsmen and farmers did, for within the winding streets of a city no-one could keep track of all his animals, which would sure be lost and spooked and stolen. And alone he entered in through the gates, which though set wide because it was the midday were guarded on both sides with the soldiers of the matriarch of that city, in their shining mail and long-tipped spears. Uncomfortable among the buildings, and doors, and stone-paved streets ——
Now in that same city there lived two sisters, and that day they had gone out into their courtyard, for the weather was mild, to complete their accounts and divide up the property that their mother had left for their inheritance. And they began to quarrel over the property, for the one said “I am older; so the greater proportion should be given unto me, for I ought to be our mother’s heir,” and the other, “Yet you have not yet wed, while I have three husbands
And they said to themselves, “It must be he. For we know that those provincials are not to be trusted; they dress themselves in strange clothing, and have neither honour nor morals as we citizenry do. And surely if this man does not shy to do murder in the light of day, and in the middle of the streets of the city, he has no fear either of our laws. This shall not be countenanced; the power of the law must be proven absolute, and unwavering, throughout all the empire." So they took up their gear, and went out to pursue him.
Now it was said that the Empress, at the time when Merdhu lived, had decreed that within Daevon there was to be one city set apart, and it was to be known as the city of refuge, for there anyone who had been accused of a crime flee, and if she entered its walls before being captured by the soldiers and brought to the Empire's justice, there was naught that they could do to her while she stood upon that ground. And sitting by his fire that night it came into Merdhu’s mind that he would seek this city and hide himself there, for he knew that elsewise the Daeva were merciless and hunted criminals to the ends of the earth, if they could, so as not to let the slightest chink show in their power.
And he said to them, “I have been down to the cities, and there I have lost my herds and my honour as well. For the Daeva believe that I killed a man, and now in return they are seeking my life, to take it away. Will you tell me the way to the city of refuge, where I must flee?”
But they said that they did not know the place of which he spoke, and turned him out, saying “Go! Get your curse away from us! For there is to be no mercy for us either, if the soldiers find us harbouring you.”
So Merdhu departed and continued, until the twilight faded to blackness and he could not see even the road before his feet. And
It was empty - or, as empty as a valley may be, for all are filled with tarn and boulder, with lichens and grasses and all the creeping things and tiny spirits that live in all the chinks of the world. But no road nor building made by men's hands was there.
And he realized that, although the nature of the city of refuge was said far and wide across the empire, a spark of hope in the heart of every criminal and thief and rebel, it was only so said: the Empress had set this rumour as a snare for the unwary, and he had fled directly into its noose.
And Merdhu looked down, and saw the lights of their fires at the base of the mountain, and he was greatly afraid. For he knew that as soon as the dawn came the Daeva would climb after him, and he had nowhere left to flee. And sitting upon a stone that rose beside the pool he broke down and wept, for his exhaustion and fear and the injustice
And the spirits of the spring rose from the water around him, and seeing their forms as mist against the stars he made obeisance, removing his boots and stepping into the spring. And as the ripples he made there knocked against the rocks and returned they spoke, in one voice and many like the lapping of the land. Stranger, why do you weep here? they asked.
And he said to them, “I have been down to the cities, and there I have lost my herds and my honour as well. For the Daeva believe that I killed a man, and now in return they are seeking my life, to take it away. And I have fled from them as far as I might, and now I have nowhere else to run to, and surely they shall slay me tomorrow at the dawn.”
Are you sure that you have no other refuge?
“I do not see how I could descend from this place without capture,” he said, “because they have dogs, and horses, and I nothing but my own strength. And even if I could escape would only starve in the wilderness, being unable to return to any town.”
There is yet one place to which you can escape, the spirits chorused. Yet one land to which the Daeva do not go, and here is its gate.
And Merdhu looked across the pool, and saw the cleft opening black in the hill beyond - a gateway to the outer oceans, the world on the other side of this one as a reflection seen when underwater and looking up to the sky. All rivers run there eventually, all water percolating down into the soil, carrying with them the souls of the dead to mingle and condense and in time come around again like rain: the refuge of the stars during daytime and the sun at night. All things there are only partially made, half-wrought or half-undone. No home to living men it is, but spirits only,
Come, said the spirits of the water. Here they shall not pursue you.
But Merdhu hesitated, knowing as well as you or I that no-one who has died and descended to the outer oceans has ever returned, and he still feared.
Do you not see the dawn already glimmering on the horizon? they asked. The time for your choosing runs short.
And Merdhu looked, and saw the grey ribbon encircling the world, and the stars already paling as it grew. And with no hope remaining he thought to himself that if he were to die anyway it would be better at least to choose the place and method thereof rather than to be dragged back by the soldiers to the justice of Daevon. At the least he would avoid the shame and torment to which he would be put as a criminal and a murderer.
So he rose, and as the first sliver of the sunrise overtopped the horizon like a flame kindling under the clouds, as it stained the rocks surrounding the cleft the colour of honey, he waded across and stood under its shadow.
When the sun had risen into a grey and misty dawn, the soldiers ascended the mountain following the tracks that Merdhu had left the previous night. But though they sought him long, and looked through the woods and in the gullies and came even to the high meadows and looked upon the spring and the cave, they did not enter in for their own fear. Therefore, no trace of him did they find, and in the end descended again, saying one to another
Never did he speak to any living man afterwards. But it is said that he lives yet, driving his herds from valley to valley in the wilderlands (for every man is decreed to see the Otherworld but one time only), and that travellers lost have on occasion met him there when they have had no other succor. And they say this tale is true, and have passed it on in time even to me who now tells it to you.
Family Structure
- Matrilineal, because maternity is more certain than paternity
- Practically zero focus on genetic paternity. For all social purposes, a child's father is whatever man is currently married to their mother, regardless of the timing of said marriage. No distinction between full- and half-siblings as long as the mother is shared.
- Surnames vary: some are matronymics, some patronymics, and some heritable
- Matro- and patronymics are formed with the prefixes Yr-, indicating "son of", and Ni̮l-, indicating "daughter of"
- Individuals who are not familiar with either parent may elect to use a matronymic or patronymic and substitute a natural phenomenon or a concept of significance to them in place of the parental name
- Familial terms are used as terms of respectful address. For example, friends of similar age may be addressed as "sister" or "brother", while older friends may be "aunt" or "uncle".
Death Culture
- No real afterlife. Although water and the outer ocean are associated with death, souls are considered to decompose the same as bodies.
- Bodies are usually disposed of by burial; however, cremation, sky burial, etc. are acceptable if burial is for some reason infeasible.
- Coffins are never used. Shrouds are only rarely used.
- Grave goods are minimal to nonexistent. Reappropriation of the possessions of the dead is considered acceptable if the relationship was close (family or close friend).
- The only absolute necessity in corpse disposal is that the corpse must have at least one green object on them, to facilitate appropriate soul-and-body decomposition. (If they do not, it is believed they will come back as a ghost or a zombie.) Clothing, belts, jewelry, and amulets are often used for this purpose.
Religion
- Singularly animist. Everything is considered to have some kind of soul.
- Fivefold cosmology. All things that exist are part of either:
- Water. Encompasses rivers, lakes, oceans, ponds, and the sea upon which the world floats (because of course the world is flat). Includes fish and other marine, limnitic, or fluvial species. Associated with the colour black.
- Sky (nánga). The most significant object of reverence. Also includes birds, wind, various spirits. Associated with the colour blue. Includes the sun and the moon, which are zoomorphized into a sun-elk (Cervus, because I know "elk" also means "moose" if you're not in N. America) and a moon-wolf (Canis lupus), with the stars for her puppies.
- Forest. Includes the majority of flora and is associated with the colour green.
- Steppe. Includes crops. Associated with the colour yellow.
- Living creatures. Includes humans and civilization and other large mammals and reptiles, especially those that are present in multiple habitats or that migrate. Associated with the colour red.
Culture Heroes
- Common figures in folklore and folk stories. Almost extending to archetypal status.
- Include:
- Hero twins
- Te̮la Ni̮lyuka
- Female – huntress and trapper
- Associated with reindeer, forest, the moon. Shown with antlers or a moon-disc on her head
- Sükni Yrĺi
- Male – gardener and farmer
- Associated with wheat, steppe, the sun. Shown with feathers or wheat
- Dăĺà Sakosak' Ni̮ldül – the thief-trickster. She can steal anything.
- Merdhu Gemórisun– freeborn reindeer-herder. General source of succor, strongly associated with death, doesn't speak.
Colour Symbolism
- Black: the colour of fertile soil and therefore associated with prosperity. Also connected to the moon and stars (in art it is more common to see a black moon on a white background than the other way around) and with rivers and water. Generally a symbol for good fortune and plenty. Secondarily associated with death, only in conjunction with green.
- Red/purple/pink: Life, vitality, love, war. A popular colour for weddings as it indicates not only passion but the symbolic joining of husband and wife into one family. A very auspicious colour.
- Green: colour of the forest, growth, death, and resurrection. (Think the bottle flies that will come for your body vs green shoots peeking out of the loam.) As mentioned above, the only requirement in death culture.
- Blue: nánga, the sky. A colour for protection. Hard to dye though, so it is rarely used in clothing or art.
- Yellow: colour of the sun and of ripened grain, and therefore a strong symbol of fertility. It is also the colour of new life and, as the colour of the steppe which is untamable, freedom. Also a very auspicious colour, and very common, being easy to dye.
- White: Change and mutability. White cloth can be dyed over, and the clouds never stay still. Also things unfinished and hope.
- Brown: Alternated with red as a colour to symbolize all the fauna (while green is for flora and blue for nánga), and also strength.
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Photomicrograph of SCP-XXXX-1 infecting human hepatic cells, stained with orcein and iron hematoxylin. |
Logan Pracutt is father of
- Nathan Pracutt
- Vail Pracutt
SCP-XXXX's geology is primarily calcareous, being composed of limestone and dolomite tillite dating from the Ediacaran period.
SCP-XXXX-1 is a psychrotrophic archaeon endemic to the cave system of SCP-XXXX, presumptively located in the kingdom Proteoarchaeota and incertae sedis at lower ranks pending recognition of a provisional binomial by the Foundation Commission of Nomenclature.
Uniquely among archaeal species, SCP-XXXX-1 is facultatively pathogenic to humans and other primates, inhabiting an endonuclear niche.
Once established, it functions as a methylome disruptor and acquired teratogen, inducing significant modifications to nuclear gene expression with higher-level metabolic and physiological defects. These have included in study but are not limited to:
- Increased rate of epidermal keratin regeneration, resulting in the skin taking on an appearance resembling reptile scales. Desquamation is not ecdysial but patchy, resembling that observed in X-linked ichthyosis.
- Dedifferentiation of autopod myotome and dermis into a mesenchyme-like state, followed by variable recondensation usually resulting in some form of acquired polydactyly. The acquired digits may range from fully-functioning to asymptomatic cartilaginous accessories. The radial aspect of the autopod is most commonly affected.
- Growth of structures resembling feathers from the epidermis, It is of particular note that these structures only develop on areas of the body homologous to bird pterylae.
- Secretion of ice structuring proteins and/or heat shock proteins, increasing membrane and protein stability at temperature extremes.
The SCP-XXXX-1 genome is mosaic, comprising approximately 36% archaeal-affiliated genes, 28% eubacterial, and 3% eukaryal, with the remainder being unique to the species. Three prophage genomes have also been putatively identified, Most of the prophage-affiliated genes have lost sufficient functionality to remain as unexpressed pseudogenes, with only two genes of prophage origin retaining protein-coding capacity. Both of these genes code for exapted cell-surface proteins that interact with primate receptors to induce the phagocytosis necessary for cellular entry. It is speculated that these ancestral phage infections were major factors in the evolution of pathogenicity in the lineage.
Pracutt: Shit! Ow ow ow!
The video focusses on Pracutt's left forearm, which is bleeding. A closer inspection reveals a broken pinfeather on the left ulna, along with shallow scrapes to the skin. He sits down against the wall and applies pressure with the other hand.
Pracutt: Look, if you're listening - can I at least
No. No, I'm not doing this. I"m not going to die. You have to help me get out of here.
Mi nelem tojamen kola
Mi nelem kola, mi ëlam
Shall I now begin my chanting
Come and sing with me the tales
Passed to us from gone-by ages
Speaking of the Prophet's wisdom -
Give him glory, great esteem him
Raised us out of ancient thralldom
Not in history alone he liveth
But by day
I recite the Prophet’s promise
Words he spoke at time unlooked-for
Spoke to me when I was nothing
When my eyes were not yet open
Sealed like the eyes of owlets
When they from the egg are new-hatched
Yet unfledged, and yet unknowing.
I have drunk of living water
from the wells of god and goddess
Sacred wells enshrined in garnet
Holy waters silver gleaming
Sourced beneath the eastward mountains
Where the snowfields ever linger
Deep beneath the loamy soil
Deep beneath the harsh grey stone-bed
In the realm of wicked mist's-home
In the caves that see no sunlight.
Sacrifices did I make then
Amber flowing out abundant
Laying bright bronze in the coffers
Asking of the Lord and Lady
Pleading them for strength in hunting
And to nerve my arm in warfare
For their part in the transaction
Carried in the shining water.
Yet it always thirsty left me
“Is there no-one who has water
“Shall I thus be doomed to hunger
Spend the long days ever seeking
Until when my sight is dimming
Shall no valour leave behind me,
No achievement for a stanchion,
Having proved my soul but hollow,
Satisfaction but a falsehood?”
When I had in anguish spoken
Seeing but the daily duties
In tomorrow’s morn advancing.
“Come and follow”: after speaking,
Turned the stranger from the doorway
Went he out unto the roadway.
Thus constrained to follow after
Heeded I no tool nor weapon,
Rushed bereft of all possessions,
Bootless, cloakless chasing after.
Gazing on the vault of heaven
All the tales it laid before us
Wain of Heaven, Worm of Midnight
In their glory us they covered
Striding pathways blue of heaven.
But my gaze he pointed downward
Gestured to the mountain scree-slopes
Gestured to the broad-ranged forests
And the hearth-fires ruddy burning
Where the people lay in dwellings
Warming them against the night-frost.
“Thou shalt not again know hunger
Not thine eyes grow dim with starving.”
Sweet it was: as after hunting
Elk-blood gathered in the basin
Animal by birch-bark wrapping;
Better far than rye or honey
For to limbs the warmth restoring
For the mind’s efforts reviving.
From my eyes it skimmed the veiling
That I could discern his nature,
Recognize the High One's stature.
“Who am I, that you should to me
Come, and
"What then further would thou question?"
Further then the Prophet told me
Of the raping of creation:
Its construction from the sinews,
Placing of the bone foundation,
Watering of new-raised mountains,
When before the days' beginning
When the yawning gap persisted
When the shoreless seas still gathered
And there still were monsters roaming
O’er the still unfashioned, formless,
Starless, and chaotic cosmos.
Elder yet than Malice Striker
Were these monstrous gods begotten,
Doubled gods with wreck surpassing
Mind of men and song of harp-string.
All is evil they engender
Once again I spoke despairing
"How the shoreless seas are rising!
Does the day of doom draw near us?"
"Always has our doom drawn nearer."
Speaking so,
From his bone-cave’s sheath he drew it
Taking aim, and thrusting smartly
“All the host of living creatures
Antelope and mighty reindeer
Silverfish and scarlet flybane;
Trees the mountains thickly blanket
Spruce and rowan, ash and pinewood;
And the tiny creatures swimming
In among the reeds and rushes
In the soil interstices.
See thy heritage within them,
They thy sisters, they thy cousins
In the clan of all things living,
Lineage from time forgotten.
Not the lonely army, mine is -
None in size of men surpassing,
When with all that live to warfare
Do we go, and thus do battle.
“Take up now thy spear and shield:
Spear that thy own hands created,
Forged its head from hardened copper,
Hafted it to shaft of ashwood.
Always has it served thee rightly
Always has it driven surely
Always has it served thee rightly
Guarded from the blows of foemen
In the war thy life protected.
Turn them back unto your master
Draw your arm from his alliance
Lest its snare close tight about you
Bonds into your flesh be cutting.
Rise and join my comitatus
Taking place within my warband.
‘Come and follow’ did I call thee
Take the weapon that I give thee
Know the weapon that I make thee.
Thus I give thee strength in hunting
In the runes inscribed on spear-shaft.
Thus I give thee might in warfare
In the words of oath thou swear me
When thou undertake this conscript.
Hold the shield-wall never breaking
Took my hands, and them unfolding
Placed my palms around the spear-shaft,
Drew it out, and so he armed me:
"I unto myself do name thee,
blood to blood,
Don the crown of fir and berry,
Bind my long hair up beneath it:
I will rise and go forth singing
Though the night grow dark around me
Through the north-wind’s icy howling
Though the foemen’s spear-forest presses.
Still not overcome yet are we:
Still we bear our own light with us
Shining words of praise before him
Creed inscribed within our lifeblood
Mi nelem tojamen kola
Mi nelem kola, mi ëlam
Unto age and age eternal.
A harp you with your toes could play
To calm the rats and drive away
The roach -
You know not what you say.
Ah, брат мой, (3)
Your браток scattered like the chaff,
your honour -
Бог, don’t make me laugh.
What good has honour ever done
A man with real desires? None,
You know, I hoped that you would come.
A man must do his father’s son
At least one favour ere his knell
Rings - this is yours, so listen well:
How cute: my own tame prophetess,
My сука, (3)
But even that (4)
Comparison just might be cruel:
My real girls are not so fool.
You think I care for prophecy
For how it all ‘should really be’?
I know the things you make my men.
The choice you курви set to them
How your back must ache (5)
From all that going to your knees
Before your trade partners’ worthies
Bending your head, your lips you slung
‘Round -
- one more word, and it’s
your tongue.
I really should have had you killed.
No, nor cared I for prophecy
But as for how things ought to be -
Боже мой, I hope you live to see
This empire you think you’ve built
Come crashing donw: the blood you spilt
To your own glory be reclaimed -
We feel how you profane our name
Our roots to bedrock have been sunk,
Our vessels petrified; as trunk
Of fallen poplar sends up sprouts
You cannot tear our history out.
You think a single phial contains
our strength? Our fury is terrain
The mountainside that reels in rain
Thus, every age, to unjust might.
You only live as pleases me.
A shame, you never took yourself
A wife; gave me a niece or else
A nephew, whom I could hand down
My learning to; could give a crown -
- We swear, we’ll leave your eyes until
the last, so you can watch -
- But still,
One must make do; no middlemen
There’s no one, if I did, would mourn,
шлюха сын -
Don’t say you weren’t warned.
Louhi, mistress of Pojola,
riding hard upon the highway.
When one hour she had travelled,
held she east, and crossed the meadows;
when two hours she had travelled,
she the river swiftly forded;
when three hours she had travelled,
she came to her brother’s dwelling,
veiled all in mists and cobwebs,
dropping tears of dew and vapour,
hidden where the swamp-lands deepen,
where the water-lilies blossom,
bloom in white like blinded sclerae,
bloom in red like madder dye-bath.
Spoke her brother to the goddess,
“Sister, tell me what it is that
lines your face, that shades your eyes so.
Tell me what your heart has troubled,
that you should so haste to see me,
should arrive in early morning
ere the frogs have ceased their singing,
Loviatar, thousand-mother,
told her brother then this tale:
“As the evening shadows darkened,
flew the birds into their hollows,
crept the dogs onto the doorsteps
folded up the leaves of willows,
entered I again my household,
passing through the outer rampart,
many-gated walls of iron,
parapets of carven limestone.
All my long hair there in secret,
in the darkness of my chamber,
I undressed, and thus abluted,
went I to my rest unworried,
lay me down at place appointed,
in right place at master’s bedfoot.
But no sooner had sleep claimed me
I beheld as in a vision,
all the tracts of Kalmaktama,
wide-spread snowfields of the northlands,
barren deserts of the southlands.
Saw us building for us cities,
saw the delving of foundations,
infiltrating joints of mountains,
Looked upon the silver sun-wain
Looked upon the golden moonlight;
Saw the Bear in highest heaven
turn like Aydant’s spinning wheel,
like the cloth he wove upon it,
lacking any thread-beginning,
lacking also any ending,
for to trick his mighty sister,
for to win from Haruvati
ownership of Kleywos’ people,
of the people of that province.
Likewise that count has no ending,
never wilt the days be finished,
never will the nights cease falling.
And as time and times passed onwards,
as the winters turned to summers,
as the youth were all made hoary,
went they down to Tuonela,
came as guests to blind Tuoni -
though no illness overcomes us,
though
though we can no mortal wound take,
- still
What is there that is undying?
What of us will not be forfeit
to the wind inexorable,
to time sleeting down the valleys?
I would rather perish shortly,
sink me down to Tuonela,
to the realm of wicked mist’s-home,
to the caves that see no sunlight,
eat the plate of Inanition,
sleep upon the bed named Harmful,
than to be another’s consort,
than be left in life a widow,
“Did you tell this to your master,
speak of it unto his hearing,
did you ask him for his counsel?”
“I did ask, before the sunrise,
even still in darkest midnight,
told my master of my dreaming.