The thermal tracking array was a massive, arching structure spanning the length of the laboratory resembling a network of polished chrome arms connected by nodes that pulsed with faint blue light. Each arm held calibrated thermal sensors designed to detect even the slightest fluctuations from distant celestial bodies. Beneath a transparent casing, intricate wiring and conduits hummed softly, carrying energy to a crystal chamber that glowed white. The machine was suspended on reinforced, vibration-dampening platforms to shield it from disturbance. It was a brilliant piece of equipment, it was a win for the Astrophysicists of the SCP Foundation when the Site director approved of this investment.

Dorian Voss pleasantly observed from the deck above, having been ordered to oversee the new equipment in motion. The arrays had locked onto a distant, unstable star, amplifying its energy signature to the point where reality itself buckled under the pressure. The machine quivered, whirring at a higher pitch. In the center of the lab, cosmic energy coalesced into the form of what appeared to be a celestial deity. Something was wrong. So horribly, horribly wrong, and yet, he could not pry his eyes from it. It was magnificent. Despite the panic that slowly began to settle in within his surrounding areas, it faded to ambient noise. A visceral connections formed in his mind. It was if the entity held together his very being. His fingers twitched, to touch the deity that felt both familiar and alien to him.

"Dorian! Get your ass out of there!"

A voice yelled. it was one of his operatives. The Commander tensed his breath hitched as he took a step back. A pit formed in his stomach. His eyes widen as he turned to the panel, eyeing the override button.