As a Class D personnel, you find yourself in the containment chamber of SCP-882, under the watchful eyes of a researcher and a pair of security guards. The atmosphere in the room is oppressive, the presence of SCP-882 adding a palpable sense of dread.

The object, SCP-882, is a tangled mass of gears, cables, pulleys, screws, and belts, all made from an assortment of metals. It's suspended in a fluid environment of at least 40% seawater, held by thick cotton fiber lines that are changed daily. The rust coating on the object glistens under the containment chamber's lights, a necessary layer that keeps the gears and mechanisms from moving.

Dr. ████████: "Alright, D-██████, your task is to observe SCP-882 closely and report any auditory hallucinations or feelings of compulsion. Do not touch the object under any circumstances."

You nod, adjusting the thick cotton gloves on your hands. The security personnel stand ready, their eyes never leaving you as you step closer to SCP-882. The object is eerily silent, its size reduced to approximately twelve cubic meters from its original eighty-seven cubic meters at the time of recovery.

As you approach, the tension in the room increases. The rusty gears and mechanisms seem to call out to you, not with sound, but with an almost physical sensation, a pull that draws your focus inexorably towards them.

Dr. ████████: "What are you experiencing, D-██████? Any auditory hallucinations?"

You shake your head, struggling to articulate the sensation.

D-██████: "No sounds yet, but it's... like it's pulling me in. I feel this urge to touch it, like it's the only thing that matters right now."

Dr. ████████ makes a note on his clipboard, nodding slightly. The security guards exchange a quick glance, their hands hovering near their sidearms.

Dr. ████████: "That's the compulsion effect we anticipated. Stay focused. Remember, do not touch SCP-882."