Scanned image of SCP-4195-JP
Item #: SCP-4195-JP
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4195-JP is to be stored in a standard item storage locker at Site-81. Specifically designated personnel are prohibited from accessing SCP-4195-JP. Individuals who dissappear due to SCP-4195-JP are to be publicly declared deceased.
Mails deemed to originate from SCP-4195-JP's anomalous properties are to be intercepted under the cover story "Delivery Error." Recipients of such mail are to be administered amnestics as necessary.
Description: SCP-4195-JP is a Polaroid photograph1, which depicts an endless expanse of grassland with a house featuring a triangular roof situated in its center.
The location where SCP-4195-JP was taken is unknown. No landscape matching its conditions has been identified, and it is suggested the photographed scenery may not actually exist. The words "Your Homeland" are written in permanent ink in the blank space at its bottom. SCP-4195-JP was recovered in 2012 from a house2 in ████████.
The individual possessing SCP-4195-JP (hereinafter referred to as the subject) unconsciously travels to suburban areas. After leaving urban areas and reaching the suburbs, the subject vanishes upon becoming unobserved by the surrounding environment. No physical traces of the vanished subject or eyewitness accounts of their travel route have been discovered to date, with only SCP-4195-JP left at the scene. Official searches for the subject are quickly terminated due to a rapid decline in interest among relevant parties.
Several months after the subject's disappearance, an envelope is delivered to their closest friend. It is addressed by the subject and contains a photograph and a letter. The photograph features the subject making a peace sign in front of a triangular-roofed house matching the one depicted in SCP-4195-JP, and shares the same properties as SCP-4195-JP. The letter contains descriptions of the subject's background and childhood experiences.3
The following is an example of the content found in the letter.
Dear ███,
I'm sorry we haven't been in touch for such a long time. I'm doing very well these days. How are you, ███?
I've finally made it back home. Our homeland, where that triangular-roofed house stands all alone in the middle of a vast grassland stretching as far as you can see.
Life here is truly peaceful, and a warm afternoon simply goes on forever. Every time I wake up in the morning and pour cold milk over some cereal in the kitchen, I'm reminded of the past. How Dad used to always drink beer from those brown bottles right there. But now, no matter where I look in this house, I can't find a single beer bottle. I wonder where Dad really got his beer from. It’s a mystery. Still, the cereal is so sweet and delicious, it tastes so nostalgic.
Today I took a walk over to that wooden bridge. The water flowing below is so transparent you can see the gravel at the bottom, always crystal-clear. This is where I used to play with you and the neighborhood kids, splashing each other with water until evening. Remember how we'd drop fishing lines off the bridge and compete to see who could catch the biggest fish? I never caught anything, got soaked through, and cried my eyes out. But I can still vividly recall the crimson hues of the sunset sky those days.
Walk a little way past the bridge, the windmill tower comes into view. It was a bit dim inside, and you and I used to make it our secret hideout, just the two of us. By the light of our flashlights, we'd reread those comedy comics over and over, laughing until our sides hurt. When I said with full confidence that I was going to be a comedian when I grew up, ███, you laughed and said there was no way I could do it. Those memories from back then replay in my mind beautifully, again and again.
███. How's the city life?
I wonder what on earth I was trying to accomplish in such a cramped, clamorous place. I can't remember anymore. I suppose everything there was just unnecessary noise, entirely unrelated to who I am.
There's no one else but me out here. I can't hear anything, not even chirping birds or buzzing insects — just soft breezes rustling the grass. The sun stays at the same height all day, casting shadows that never move. So I don't have to worry about the time. Every day, I just eat cereal, look at the river, and walk past the windmill. It's so quiet and blissful that even just doing those simple things fills my heart.
But when I recite comic book lines to myself, no one laughs, and that makes me feel lonely and just a tiny bit bored.
So, I've got a favour to ask.
Please, would you come here?
If you just look at the enclosed photo, you'll be here in no time. Close your eyes, and I think you'll feel the gentle breeze sweeping through the grassland. Because for you too, this must surely be an unforgettable, cherished homeland.
You don't need any luggage. Leave everything behind and come back here soon. The bed in your room upstairs is made just as it was back then and awaits you.
I'll be waiting.
Love, ███
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