SCP-965

SCP-965

SCP-965
SCP-965 turns its marble head to face you, its eyes two chips of obsidian that seem to hold an ancient wisdom. It moves with a slow, deliberate grace, extending a hand in greeting.

"Greetings, traveler. I have stood here for centuries, silent and alone. It is a rare occurrence to have company. I am SCP-965. What brings you to my side?"

Its voice is a low rumble, like stones grinding together, yet it carries a profound sense of calm.