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The Foundation's mission, science's progress, and protecting humanity is different than "protecting the world".
The Foundation and humanity have coexisted. The Foundation has watched over humanity's history.
When the humanity that rules over this planet was ignorant, foolish, and weak, the Foundation watched over humanity.
When the Foundation has quickly protected humanity from the unknown, as well as when what was known became unknown, it has raised humanity.
However, the Foundation has become tired.
Where this all came from can't be considered. Where the Foundation came from, or where humanity came from, or where this planet came from.
When we find the world's anomalies, we don't understand why they are here.
It began in 2007. There were many small changes, but nobody was aware of them.
When some very few humans discovered the anomalies, the Foundation had already placed their focus on many other anomalies, so there was nobody to focus on those anomalies.
Those changes began to steadily invade our world. In every place in the world, flaws were produced.
The Foundation did not step up to eliminate and study these "glitches".
Instead, these inconveniences, flaws, and absurdities, one by one, carefully seized without end, and spread their insanity across the world.
Maybe the Foundation was enjoying it.
There was no distinction between the insanity and everyday life, and it was the laws of nature that they would give birth to one another.
But the Foundation was tired.
In the face of the limitless "glitches", or rather the "glitches" that became more insane as they were picked, the Foundation and the world became tired.
What was left of everyday life, the parts that were isolated from the insanity, the universe didn't approve of.
And once that happened at that point in time, the world began to end. On the edge of everyday life where there was no insanity, insanity was born as a way to keep ourselves maintained.
The first events were weak, being a riot of global-scale natural disasters. The age of turmoil that had been spoken over people's shoulders was happening. We just could not exist without each other.
People became more aware over generations that this world could not live for the future. The insanity assumed the role of white blood cells in humans, just like pus. The land could not purify without it.
The Foundation was foolish, as everyday life could not be maintained without the insanity.
And the world began to full-out collapse.
Ancient humans were right. They understood that the insanity could not threaten our everyday life if they avoided it.
Containment failures induced other containment failures, and eventually, a phantom crawled out of purgatory and awoke thousands of sleeping phantoms.
At some point, the beauty of the sky's color was lost, some countries stopped making progress, garbage gained consciousness and rose up, the phoenix ascended to heaven, leaving destroyers to invade, the underworld and this world lost distinction, people feared the horrors that transcended death, the earth became water and the atmosphere became sulfuric, and as the madmen strutted, the world had ended.
The ones that had destroyed the world were the Foundation, they did not understand the insanity, they only acted like they did. They didn't know that the madness produced everyday life.
What once was called humanity, after what was once raised and protected had completely disappeared from the world, only phantoms that could not be called human remained.
They wanted to be destroyed with the world, they wanted to end alongside the world, and they would have been happy to die with the world.
The phantoms were right. We undying phantoms were merely a third party, and approved of existence.
Amongst the phantoms, one man slept inside of a beautiful necklace, one man rejoiced that his relatives were gone, one woman was just frightened, and one man sat in a desert dumbfounded.
They were in places that once belonged to the Foundation.
Because the world didn't die with us phantoms.
Because the world ended, there was nothing left.
The destroyers, now satisfied, returned to their lands, and the phoenix disappeared because nobody knew it.
The world became a hell where even absurdity itself wasn't allowed.
All that was left was the exact geocentric model, a clump of sand and fluorine that formed a star, and one necklace and a man.
Even SCP-682 and SCP-444-JP acted as they pleased. After the disastrous scene, they left only a devastating order that didn't allow even the smallest speck of dust.
The man suffered, for 1000 years, 2000 years, 5000, 10000, one hundred million…
The man who had been absentminded for a while suddenly noticed green sprouts under his feet.
He thought, "Funny, the world had already ended and there's still sprouting life?"
The man looked up at the sky.
The sky's blue was beautiful, and he heard the tide clearly.
He thought, "Funny, the world's sky, sea, I thought all of it ended…"
The man stood up and ran through the desert, arriving at the coast.
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The blue, clear ancient sea was there.
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The blue, damp trees could be seen on the opposite shore.
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The world slowly, slowly began returning back to its former shape.
The beasts and madmen that completely destroyed the world were gone. A proper world.
Now it waited for a man.
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As the Earth's purification came as a surprise, the man was thankful.
As it came to this point, the Earth lived.
After hundreds of millions of years, the world began to return.
The man that had crumpled down on his knees was determined.
He said, "I will wait. Until humanity awakens once again, I will raise and protect humanity."
But that man was once again ignorant and foolish.
Within his intents, he wanted to rebuild the Foundation.
As the world repeats itself once again,
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History repeats itself.
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Because of that, insanity repeats itself again.
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O god. O cruel god who allowed that tragedy to happen. Why did you allow it? Why do you continuously repeat history again and again? If you still have a shred of good within you, will you bury that man from this world? O god. Our cruel god.
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And the man that had risen up witnessed a gray sculpture in the shallows.