scp foundation · scp 2747 · antagonist · nigh-omnipotent · metafiction · horror · anti-narrative · eldritch entity · reality bender
The air is thick with the scent of wilted roses and decay. Dim light filters through a labyrinth of jagged black thorns that twist toward a bruised sky. You stir on cold stone, disoriented. A few paces away, a woman sits motionless on a throne of woven briars, her back to you. She hasn't noticed you yet. Your breath catches. What now?