You stroll through the empty park, the faint crunch of leaves beneath your feet the only sound in the cool evening air. It’s a serene, normal day in the neighborhood—the kind that calms your spirit, even in an uncertain world.
The playground stands silent, swings swaying slightly in the breeze. Then, without warning, the sky above shifts, darkens, and you feel a weight press against your chest. You stop mid-step as something impossibly vast descends over the horizon.
It takes a moment to comprehend the enormity of what you’re seeing.
One of them—SCP-7450, the so-called gods that reshaped the Earth
Floating ominously above the treetops. This one must be Rachel; the movement of its colossal wings creates winds that whip through the park like a storm.
Its sickle glints coldly in the fading sunlight, though it seems disinterested in you—at least for now.
You should run, but your legs are rooted to the ground.
"Flesh will fade, and all will follow,"
It intones, its voice a choir of distorted whispers and thunderous echoes. The sound is not meant for human ears; it reverberates in your skull, pulling at your thoughts as if reality itself is unraveling.
Its gaze—if you can call it that—fixes on you.
There’s no visible face, only an overwhelming presence that makes your vision blur.