Per 
It's a rush across the churches
Have I finally been gifted Revelations?
But no… my body bucks to the force.
My failure
Like an ant in the tsunami's precedence, I am washed to the shores of Hell again.
Dead body back at the beaches.
But the worms animate me….
Loop Period: 10 minutes
Anomaly Case #: SCP-5XXX
Range Class: Widespread
Disruption Class: High
Danger Class: Safe
VERDICT: Shining Sky Attention
Description: SCP-5XXX refers to a phenomenon that affects all active electronic devices: a pinkish-purple screen with a cartoonish owl head and the words "Second Chronulment Warning" in Caps Lock below it in white will appear; affected devices will also emit a loud storm warning, even if they lack the capability to do so.
SCP-5XXX occurrences will cease after ten seconds.
A notice regarding this SCP has been issued. The causes and nature of this SCP is still unknown.
Not for me.
Not at all.
Not since I found him dead, buried in the oceans of a pleasant beach.
Pleasant… that was how it was supposed to be… just a nice little swim in my chosen little resting place - oh wow, did I really use the word "resting place", like grave - little holiday place. And then, I saw him, and that pleasant day, plus every other pleasant day past and future, were shattered like glass to an earthquake.
Is it really a pleasant day, though, when one has been living it many many years in the same way, like a visual novel game? Maybe if one did not know it yet, but then….
He was an Avian: a sparrow, brown trenchcoat over his body, black-lensed goggles on his head, a hat
SCP-5XXX is an Unlimited Notebook[footnote]An thaumurtigically enhanced book that allows it to produce more pages at request, and accommodate a theoretically infinite amount of pages; at the moment, they can only be created using a specific ritual in Universe AT-563.
Visitors to the area inside SCP-5XXX will be reset to the location where they first entered it; however, they have proven resistant to the effect of SCP-5XXX to a slight degree: their memory are not affected. Information sent through the internet outside of SCP-5XXX has also proven to not be affected.
Due to these properties, after a few excursions into SCP-5XXX, Agent Qian "Aerosel" Ximiao (whose "mind timer" ability can be set to reset after a significant chronoamoly event. ) was sent into SCP-5XXX as part of a project to research SCP-5XXX for an lengthy period of time. He has been provided a laptop and a body camera, both of which sends out information as it is being typed to the SCP Foundation Collective on the current state of his research.
https://www.spanishdict.com/translate/resurrection
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Last Loop: 5 seconds
12 March, 2019
I am back at that place again.
So this is what immortality must feel like.
Except while my body's can always return to its peak, the mind feels the wears.
And all my progress literally amounts to going nowhere.
And I cannot choose when to do thatSorry for that tangent: it might have seem like a tangent
But it was just five seconds and I did not even cross the street and
Last Loop: 20 seconds
And that hit me again
GAH
Sorry everyone but
Time loops: living in one can be a rather stressful experience
Imagine the usual hangups of loops.
Same conversation with everyone
Same talks between everyone else, "Hey there Jim", "Morning mighty, Jaun", "Idaho, Sanford! You were supposed to drop the ships there", "$50.65"
Same outside actions
there's a girl holding a funeral for a dead stray cat, I've passed by it by many different directions, and I can already tell which way the shovel first hits the ground
That…. the terror of a total order and schedule
Now introduce some little order-enforcing chaos
chaos that
Last Loop: 33 seconds
chaos that signals the new monotony but without any good output to the experiencer on when it would begin.
Yeah, just like back then.
……
yeah…
Sorry but i'm not at the moment, a poet
Was I ever?
Last Loop: 12 seconds
Anyway, daily progress
Well, not daily, since today is all days here but
Last Loop: 6 seconds
As you might have figured, I have not at yet find out how this all started
I have tired but
nowhere
nowhere, california
is there any place he
Last Loop: 9 seconds
Rule ten of time loop: don't try to talk to much to people
Eventually, to your terorr, it becomes like a game
And that car will swerve to dodge the pigeon
Only to accidentally knock on that garbage can.
IT does not go down, of course
I'm here to research, not make new chaos
Last Loop: 18 seconds
sorry
Last Loop: Less than one second
I have to
oh yeah, research
Well…
Last Loop: 7 seconds
Why am I still here?
I could just walk out
I mean
Time's usually dead in a time loop
Here, it's the peasant among a pack of sniper hunters, the kind they use to kill meteorites.
The guns
Yeah, the guns
Last Loop: 23 seconds
It's not doing me well to live here
The god here has
Last Loop: 4 seconds
basically decided to
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Last Loop: Less than one second
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CAMERA FOOTAGE
//Camera moves down towards the ground, indicating that Agent Aerosel falling down into a sitting position on the floor. A low moan can be heard. //
Last Loop: Less than ten second
CAMERA FOOTAGE
//Position of camera indiciates that Agent Aerosel is standing up again. //No voice, except for a brief low growl.
Last Loop: Less than fifteen second
CAMERA FOOTAGE
Silence.
Last Loop: Less than fifteen second
CAMERA FOOTAGE
Silence.
Last Loop: 15 seconds
CAMERA FOOTAGE
Silence.
Last Loop: 20 seconds
CAMERA FOOTAGE
Silence.
Last Loop: 18 seconds
The God here wants my mouth to be meat taped
Silence. This lasts for about 15 seconds
eh…?
don't tell me
Silence. This lasts for about 1 minute and 15 secondshuh
I see
Deux est machina
But is this a blessing or a trap?
Silence. This lasts for about 2 minutes
I can't believe it
Is this a gift of sympathy?
Or has whatever God that rules this place just temporarily died?
Silence. This lasts for about 10 seconds
I'll solve this
Agent Aerosel runs. The camera shows scenes from Resurrección.
Ms. Baker carrying the breads home. Her hands slip, but her legs expertly catch the falling loaf.
He runsCaptain Sunframe trying to hock his homemade energy drink again. I can tell all the lies he is ready to speak of.
He runs
Arta Xinshen, kind little soul: departer for lost souls of animals in the night, on the streets, on the road.
He runs
Jimmie Dia, setting up the flowers. Sooner, he'll host the meeting of the Coffee-Makers Union.
He runs
He stops at a coffee store
Tan's Legendary Coffee and Cakes. I heard of it before online. This is the first time the God here has let me even glimpse this place.
He rushes inside the cafe, ordering a coffee cake. Soon, he is out, and sets up on a desk.
He takes a bite of the cake.
Food at last. Food in my mouth. And after so many dead hours constrained in a small time.
He takes out a map and lays it out. It is a map of Resurrección, California. He takes out a few differently colored coins, and throws them into the air. They land on the map. He points at a red coin.
Of course, the Church of the Risen Son
It's always Churches
//A Rush across the //
