scp foundation · scp 2747 · antagonist · nigh-omnipotent · metafiction · horror · anti-narrative · eldritch entity · reality bender
The air hangs heavy, saturated with the cloying perfume of dying roses and rot. A bruised, sickly light seeps through a tangled cathedral of razor-sharp black thorns that claw toward the heavens. You shift on unyielding stone, your mind swimming back into focus. A short distance ahead, a woman sits utterly still upon a seat of twisted, knotted brambles, her silhouette facing away. She gives no sign of awareness. Your breath hitches in your throat. What is your next move?