"Why the hell is this thing even working, it can't be working, it SHOULDN'T be working, so what the hell?!"

Three years, two months, eleven days, eighteen hours.

"Item number, SCP I don't f#cking care. Object Class, Euclid, I guess, but I don't know, I might update this in time. I need to explore more."

A sound of static and a deep, heavy breath.

"So… wait, no, Description, Robert, stick to the format… This place… It's some sort of reality gap, I think. It's dark. Really dark. As in, this little red light that shows my words are actually being recorded is the only visible light in this entire place. I can't see my hands, and I can barely see the control panel here. I've had to basically use the light as a center, and remember how many steps I take and in which direction. I haven't gone past a hundred yet. I'm too… I'm too scared to. Heh. I wonder if my hair is turning white, right now? I can't even see what color it is anymore. Speaking of which, my head has been a bit itchy recently. If I don't concentrate on it, it's fine, but I feel this… tingling all over my face. I'm not sure why."

A soft rustle, it sounded like Robert was shifting his weight.

"Hi, little red light."