Father: And that how the story end... Son: But will I one day can not travel to the Fantasy anymore Father: Yes my son. But before you Forget, you pass your Fantasy to your child. And you get to your Fantasy with your child, just like me now. Son: So the Story never dies. Father: So the Story never dies.
I know it's late but I think this is what the story represents for any reader, a childhood friend reaching out asking why you don't talk to them. Not someone you left behind but someone you just drifted away from, reminding you of all the fun you used to have but still in that child-like voice that you remember. the story hits so hard because the people never respond, if the story was of people trying to respond and not being understood it wouldn't be so heart-wrenching. I imagine the story would play out exactly the same if you got a letter with no return address from a friend you moved away from to go to college or university (it might not be you the letter is meant for but they are addressed to your house) explaining to you that they are sad you had to move away and that they hope you are well but that they are ill and dying. Then after a few weeks another letter and then another letter explaining how they are doing...how many would open, would you ignore them because they are hard to read...
Reminds me of the post that went around social media for a while, suggesting that someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader. They suggest that the last words should be, "Please don't close the book. I don't want to die."
I think the reason why the story hit so hard because it's symbolic of something we all go through: growing up, growing away of what we loved as kids and eventually forgetting it.
As a writer, this hits hard. Countless lands and tales created, only to be discarded moments later. This reminds me of an idea for a ttrpg villain I saw, where it speaks directly to the players, commenting on how great the characters are, how much love was put into them, but sitting down and rolling the die only brings them suffering, that the only way to give the characters peace is to let them go.
I think what's really upsetting is, when there was a bit of flesh coming out of the box, that either one of the kids who visited the dragons had a moment of memory or, someone in SCP was starting to feel a personal connection to them. So that's why instead of paper, it was actual flesh...
I like to imagine it was one of the kids remembering fantasy right before they died, like the moment of clarity dementia patients can have right before death. They remembered their beautiful world then all the sudden were gone, dooming fantasy forever.
I think this story represents the way the fantasy of a human being takes throughout a lifetime. So the flesh coming out of the box is a sign that fantasy has lost the fight agains reality.
“The tragedy of nostalgia is that the feeling itself is an admission of things lost.” As someone who loves nostalgia and savours it whenever the feeling occurs, that hit me
This is a bit like the underlying sadness of Winnie-the-Pooh. Eventually, Christopher Robin outgrew Pooh. That's how it ended. He grew up and didn't need him anymore. It's one of the saddest things.
Except it didn't end. Much like "Beasts of Old Letters", it continues with us. Some have heard of the stories, some had watched them on their screens, while others had read about them in a book, but the fantasy lives on. And if there is a mind to remember us, so will we. I believe that there's a loving mind from which all things were dreamed into being, that cares for even the most unremarkable, to whom our every deed and our every tear matters like to no one else. It is the reason why we smile and the reason that we feel hurt, but also the reason that we can have hope - and I chose to cling to that hope, like so many others before me. May we one day meet again, friends!
I'm tearing up just looking at the title. This is perhaps one of the better SCPs to start with, as it lets you see that SCP is more than just monsters and reality benders.
Talking about how fantasy has to pass with youth, only makes me think of a line from The Little Prince: "Growing up is not the problem, _forgetting_ is"
I want to note: As someone who's no stranger to SCP, I expected a lot of this. The stories almost always pull from a well of nostalgia whenever they aren't using straight up horror. I expected the initial wonder, the decay, and the death of the dream. What I didn't expect was the book. That choked me up and forced me to pause the video. Beautiful way to visit and tell the story.
nagitokomaeda161 for me it made me hella emotional since it hit on a personal level. I saw this as a tale of a child’s forgotten fantasy, and we’re left to witness it crumble apart before our eyes. Most of us as kids had our own fantasies and make believe friends that we’ve since forgotten or left behind. I was a particularly imaginative kid and had a ton of “friends” that I’d interact with. This SCP for me was a stark reminder of how easily these things fade away. It brings an emotional perspective on what those on the other side, the fantasy world experience as we go about our lives, existing as their existence slips away from our consciousness. I mean the final words where they say that they’re afraid and ask if we have forgotten them really drives home that point hard. It humanized something that doesn’t really “exist”, and that brought about thoughts about my own fantasies, about my friends, some I no longer remember the names of. We continue to grow and move on, yet they remain in limbo, awaiting a return that will never come to fruition. At least that’s how I felt hearing the story. That and I’m a complete emotional softie, so my tolerance for depressing stories is very low lol.
@@nagitokomaeda161 It feels personal to some people. "Here were dragons" to ones you lost "we are scared, will you forget us?" to the ones you forgot "you found us" to the hope you lost the fantasy getting into war - through the problems you faced the box burning - moving on
@@DisposableClass Yes. It feels VERY personal to me. Going through my early adolescence felt like mourning an old friend - my old self. She was gone, and I'll never get to be her again.
This really hits hard, because I am a BIG fantasy reader. Like all I read is fantasy. And when I was a kid, I always made characters and storylines related to the fantasy, and I feel like they are dead now. But sometimes it feels great to have a little tear in my eye as I remember and relive those fantasys, filled with nostalgia, knowing there’s a whole world I have abandoned.
Bring your children’s mind into that world ..so the world can live through generations only going dormant to then BOOM TO LIFE with another child’s/generations mind
@@mabolob7966 nah scp 999 exists solely to make people happy. The most non cute it gets is one tale saying 999 exists to kill the scarlet king, the scarlet king would end all existence. 999 is the definition of good
Reminds me of Puff the Magic Dragon. "A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys Painted wings and giant's rings make way for other toys One gray night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more And Puff, that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar" Jackie Paper grew up and left his imaginary friend behind... Just like the creator of these dragons
Dang. As a creative, I thought that I was prepared. But when the fantasy dies, that’s a mournful time for us all. And simply being prepared is not an option. This hit me hard.
If what the funny robot guy said about fantasies being communicated to others is true, it's also possible that this new master is simply the owner's kid, the original owner of the box grew up and passed on the story to his child It's likely SCP 1762 has reappeared in his home the moment this fantasy was passed on and is with his son and whoever remained of that conflict is with him as well
I like how they put every type of dragon in the story eastern (Chinese dragon) western (normal dragon) and wyverns! (Dragons with onl y wings and back legs)
The main "species" of dragon usually are recognized by their limbs. 6 limbs (4 legs and 2 wings): mainstream fantasy/western dragons 2 wings and 2 legs: Wyverns 2 legs: Lindworm 2 wings: couatl (?) No limbs, flying: eastern dragons (mostly chinese, I believe) I also believe there are four-legged and grounded snake-like dragons, but I don't remember their names. And then there's Lou Carcolh, that's just a huge snail
@@berserkerciaran You forgot wyrm, which are basically Lindworm. Which is also just a synonym for dragon. But you made a good explanation for the mainstream viewers.
"Prepare yourself. Are you ready?" Me: *thinks nothing of the intro and just passively listens during a quick workout* "What once said "Here be Dragons" now says "Here - were - dragons." Me: *fake coughs to keep myself from breaking out into tears*
"When the light is running low And the shadows start to grow And the places that you know Seem like fantasy There's a light inside your soul That's still shining in the cold With the truth The promise in our hearts Don't forget I'm with you in the dark"
@@avabethmcghee3048 They deleted their comments but there was basically a troll that was spamming a bunch of messages saying that "the scp isn't real and your all stupid for liking it" or something like that.
As a pure fantasy writer, this story hurt more than most things. Fantasy brings me happiness. As a child, I had always dreamed of seeing dragons, and helping them not to be forgotten. This story brought me grief, fierce sadness, the feeling of helplessness. The thought of fantasy keeps my imagination alive.
It would be absolutely crushing, but I would kill for a novel about this-I want to know about the people who the letters were written for. Actually, I think the worst thing about this story is that it's so obvious that the backstory is innocent and pure and beautiful, full of adventures and children bringing their imaginations to life and creating worlds and...and then it's over. *And the dragons don't understand that it is.*
I’d recommend a video from youtube channel “The Exploring Series” on the “Beasts of the Old Letters”. It goes into depth about the world the dragons once inhabited.
"If my entire life was a lie, a fabrication, fantasy of mine or another’s design; then let me believe. It may not be true, it may be only a story, but it is the most important story I have. For at least there I have meaning. Such is the power of nostalgia." -A Dreamer
The one thing that SCP will never truly understand, is that some creatures don’t actually cause harm and were meant to be in the outside world. Goodbye dragons, I’m sorry none of us could help you. ❤️😔
well hat's the thig though: the foundation isn't all about stopping dangerous things. Sure, that's PART of it, but their main goal is to ensure an arbitrary notion of normalcy is mantained and keep a status quo, thus not only do they contain dangerous creatures and apocalyptic events they also contain anythng that is anamolous, even harmless things like Skip, a little robot made to parody the actions of the Foundation, a living drawing and a woman with a magical camera that only works for her. the Foundation, at least in the better entries that aren't too edgy, are generally shown to be...neautral but willing to ensure the SCPs are kept safe as long as they aren't active dangers. They likely did try their best to figure out how to help the dragons but because f their overly scientifict approach to certain things as well as other reasons...they failed. Thankfully there was an update to the story that hints that the world of Fantasy is slowly being repaired, so at leas tthere's hope.
@@sarafontanini7051 But that’s also the point, they take the paranormal, the bizarre, basically anything interesting and lock it away never to be seen by anyone, someone strange things, are meant to be seen.
@@sarafontanini7051 oh no, the Foundation is worse than you think, organisations like the church of the broken god and serpent's hand are much better than the Foundation
decent example of how bad the foundation is, the unlondon scps, they were just minding their own buisness in the underground just living life not bothering anyone before the foundation went in and gained control of it just to contain them
This is all a metaphor for growing up and maturing, and every imagination we had when we were kids would only remain as a nostalgic feeling nothing more
As you told us about the dragons not seeing us humans again, adulthood is hard. But that doesn't stop us from believing what we saw and heard in our hearts. Some humans, even adults, seek to escape into their respective worlds of fantasy. Not by dying. But by living with the dreams they hold on to. Where the dragons go after the "Here were dragons" is inscribed we don't know. But the dragons of all kinds are still out there alive, and as a guy who like dragons myself, I know that the dragons can be at peace with those who are kind to them.
It reminded me of a dream I had... There was a world, somewhere. An archive planet. Library of size continetal. Piles of books, globes, scrolls, maps and compass, as tall and wild as montains. the knoledges and memory of many worlds, conteless lifetimes; about everything and anything. But no one to read any of it. The star around wich the planet was orbiting was dying. its time has ran out, and all the inhabitant of the planet had fled, leaving all of the knoledges and researches and essays and so manything more to burn on the doomed planet. But somebody, something was left behind... or chosed to stay. I don't what nor who it was, but it sended distress calls into space, calling anybody who could respond. But not for it's own sake... It wanted help to save the book. To preserve and evacuate anything that could be saved from the doomed archives. It couldn't just let it all be lost and burned into the void. Sometimes, I think back to this planet, and the creature on it. I can only hope that help was on the way, butsomehow, I doubt it. I wish I could have helped it... I wish I could have kept dreaming.
Wow. It sounds like you may have met the dream deity. I’ve met him, her, it, on a couple of occasions in my dreams. And I believe others have as well. Usually described as a nondescript dark haired human male but I don’t think this is its true form let alone its only form. One dream I had in particular was much like yours but one of those looping dreams. I was in a massive antique store. Full of all the things, like in yours, books, compasses, maps, but also old furniture and trunks, old tools, old clothes. All the things that have a history and a story to tell. I’m casually perusing the numerous shelves and booths when suddenly something crashes through the door next to me. I can only describe it as some sort of Lovecraftian creature. About the size of a large dog but insect like with tentacles and dark in color. I turned to face it and it hit me in the chest and I’m knocked to the ground. Then only darkness. I opened my eyes and I’m back in the thrift store. Not thinking much if it, because you know, dreams. But I was definitely a little on edge. I started to notice the other people in the store. They seemed to be nervously looking for something. Almost frantically as they pick up items look at them throw them down and pick up something else. I see a man standing across this room from me. Looking at me with this knowing look in his eyes. I start to approach him and just as suddenly as before one of these creatures smashes through the door and takes me out for the second time. And again darkness. I open my eyes again and find myself in the same antique store but this time I notice the other people in the store are in a chaotic panic. Knocking things off the shelves looking very frantically for something. I see one person pick up a crossbow look at it nervously nod and run away. I see that same man standing across the room from me, with that same knowing, almost smug look on his face. I run towards him and grab him by the shirt and start to shake him asking, “what is going on? What are these things? Where are they coming from?” He smiles and says, “You tell me. They’re coming out of your head.” Then bam, I’m hit from the side by one of these creatures again. And again darkness. I open my eyes for the fourth and final time. Same place but full blown chaos this time. The people are knocking over shelves and scrambling about. I hear screams and crying and breaking glass. I see the person grabbing the crossbow and running off. I again see the man standing across the way. He smiles at me and gives a subtle knowing nod. I look to my right and see a sword in a display and I grab it. I turn and face the door I know the creatures are about to come through. Then I wake up. I don’t believe this person/thing I encountered in my dream was your usual NPC but rather and actual being that exist in the dream realm. Neither truly good nor evil, tho it may seem so at first. I believe it is a true neutral character, an observer, that’s really just there for its own entertainment. If you ever find yourself back in that place of books try to find him. He may be able to guide you or give you information on how to save the world of fantasy.
@@foxtoxic9722 Awesome story! Althought I don't trully believe dreams are anything but brain's interpretation of the stimuly we have in our sleep, I like the idea of it being it's own universe. And that creatures are able to live and dwell and travel in it. I'll be looking for whatever this man was, you know... just in case ;)
why are there so many heartbreaking things in one single internet page shit, imagine if the dream was a means of transmission signal fuck, now i want to cry
My best friend knows how much I love this scp, fantasy, and dragons in general. So they made me an origami dragon- and gosh do I cherish it dearly. Every time I look at it, I smile.
That's part of why I got into origami in the first place. I should get back into it soon, because I was pretty good at it. I may be almost 30 years old, but I still love dragons to this day.
I do love the idea that the reasons why they cant manifest as dragons isn't because the SCP-scientists cant see them as such or that the people who made the box controls how they look. No, its because the scientists couldn't imagine a good dragon due to being subject to the worst this, and other worlds could ever create.
Its that they can't ever sincerely fathom and imagine a genuine fantasy, because there's already a harrowing reality before them. But it doesn't stop them from feeling sad when a piece of innonence is lost, and in that brief moment of sincere belief, they did manifest as flesh, but it was too late.
This is the fastest any piece of fiction managed to make my tears stream like a waterfall, at most I usually just tear up so that's saying something. Holy crap, this hits hard
Legitimately found myself wanting to go back to when the scientists first discovered the living origami dragons just for the fact of knowing that they'd be alive again and the wonder would be back, even just for a moment. Such a sad but amazing, albeit, important tale to tell. I'll never forget it.
this story means "Every story or character or person will die at some point no one would escape death even though we still have hope life is long enough to enjoy"
...I used to be an avid SCP reader. And during that time, I read this one. ...Of course, at the time, I didn't pay attention to the symbolism directly, though deep down I imagine I could've known what it meant. I did cry, of course, when I first read it. How it hurt my heart at the time... ...Man...
I’ve always been a lucid dreamer since I was a kid, never knew what a “normal” dream is like. Knowing that I’m in a dream, being able to control it, make my own stories, that’s just how it’s always been. So you could imagine my surprise when I had a repeat dream from when I was extremely young, the same exact setting, and similar story. And the two characters that I hadn’t thought about since then greeted me by saying along the lines of “It’s been so long we’ve seen you, we missed you dearly”. I genuinely cried during and after the dream. Ever since then, I’ve written about every dream I’ve had, and everyone that existed within it. I don’t want to forget about them.
Also I would love to share my stories to the world one day, but unfortunately I am quite terrible at writing, nor is my art ever consistent enough to make comics. I hope that one day I can share my worlds.
I still long to meet those dream people whom I had dreamt when I was a child Countless worlds lost, few hang by a ever diminishing thread of memory I don't want them to be forgotten 😢
You should release your notes. Maybe your writing isn't perfect but it's good for documentation, as a way to think that someone out there reads about the things you saw. As a document, a way to immortalise these characters and ingrain them into other people's lives.
If ever want to suggest someone a good SCP to start and they like fantasy, this is my go too entry. It just merge the two genres fabulously. Sometimes people outside look at the Foundation as people just writing monsters, when it goes way beyond that. This entry is the best exemple of how it is so much more.
Another SCP that started out light hearted and wholesome was A Hero Is Born. But then someone had to go and ruin it by giving it a dark and depressing ending.
This sort of reminds me of the webtoon called "Don't Click!" It's about what happens to characters who's creators abandoned their stories. I'm only about halfway caught up, but I really enjoy the story so far!
I'm normally a happy person, but this hurts so much, to go from "Here be dragons" to "Here was dragons". I can't believe i'm 31 and I'm bawling my eyes out for little origami dragons.
While what happened to SCP-1762 is tragic, it's also really nice to see an SCP entry where the Foundation is actually trying hard to do something nice... even if they fail.
There were two points in this video when I was hit by emotion. The first: When that "... I see no more" quote was repeated for the second time. The second: When the amethyst letters were read. This one hit much stronger in comparison. Perhaps "melancholy" would be the best term to describe it. It was a wonderful experience. And it's unfortunate that I probably won't experience those two for a second time.
This story explains why I love DnD that much and why I have problem finishing books. As long as book isn't over this fantasy still exists, it's still not over. With DnD you can continuously crate and live in fantasy at least for a bit
@@kingoffire105 I’m a Christian and that’s the stupidest crap I’ve ever read. Snakes aren’t cursed!! I own one, and he’s the sweetest thing on earth. Who the hell told you that?!? Also no snakes spit poison. They have venom, meaning it’s injected into you
The story reminded me about a quote from The Little Prince "All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it." Because of the system and sick society, out creativity and imagination are destroyed. 😥😭
@@Texan_christian1132 Well *duh* its not real. Ever heard of the concept of "creating fictional things for the enjoyment of self and people"? What a sad life you live
I was introduced to The Little Prince in my French class in high school, where we read it in the original language. My teacher gave me her French copy after I graduated as a parting gift. I had been her only remaining student of the short-lived series of French class. It had been a while since I’d actively recalled those memories. Thank you for that.
The story never ended, for you tell is still Believe in dragons once more and see what is imagined Speak to they who carry swiftly dream and idea And dream a dream that is alive in you still A tale found - KamiKai
Real talk, I don't actually believe this is the theme of Where the Dragons Went, that innocence and fantasy is inevitably lost. That theme in and of itself is something that I don't believe in based on personal experience. There's one detail that sticks out to me, and it's the fact that the SCP Foundation did absolutely nothing to try to preserve the box or its contents, despite the dragons' constant requests to do so. It just really implies to me that it's possible to preserve the fantasy, but the Foundation, for whatever reason, decided not to. Perhaps they simply saw it as something to document rather than experience, and that's what killed it.
Right? While it sounds like they don't know the original owners, couldn't they try and ask the dragons about them, details to find them? And if not that, then try to preserve it with their own belief and imagination?
I had the same thought. Why didn't the SCP people move the box to a room fitted out to potentially meet the dragon's/fantasy world's needs? Do they keep all of their SCP anomalies in such sterile conditions while they observe them, with no attention to what the item/organism might require to continue? If so, how can they be so fucking cruel? Because it **IS** cruel, what the SCP Foundation did with that box. To me, that was the true tragedy. They had an entire **WORLD** inside a box and they **allowed it to DIE** through their inaction, when they could have done something for it. It was a sentient place--the dragons where it's agency--they were even begging for those outside to help keep them alive, and the SCP Foundation simply stood by like gawkers and let it die. It reminds me--in a simplistic way--of the inaction we're currently taking with our own world situation and Climate Change. We're just standing here, observing, taking notes, many of us crying out that we **CAN** do something, while the world is falling apart around us, falling into war, famine and disease, while the powers that be, the ones that could actually make a difference, continue as they were, making money feeding their greed at the expense of the planet...
The last part about turning dreams into concrete things and making them understandable to the awake mind is something I do often it’s fun to share my stories
I read this SCP years ago and it didn't really hit me emotionally. I started sobbing halfway through this video. I'm going through a massive change in life and how i view it and myself. An old life slowly fading away and giving rise to something new and unknown. The harsh paradox of wanting something new, but not wanting to lose what was, this story hits a lot harder now.
So this is incredibly old, but one of the SCP video games (and I forget which one) actually has you find a way to *restore* the box to normal. It even has some amazingly fitting music and visuals. If you watch a clip of the game where someone fixes the box I guarantee if the story makes you cry, the idea that it's possible to put the box back together, to help bring the dragons back will do the same thing.
Fantasy, children's literature, adventure, mystery and mythology were and still are my favorite genres. I'm both a poet and a writer, and I like to create fantasy worlds and characters. Thanks for sharing!
As an author of a fantasy novel featuring dragons ("Chasing the Dragon"), this treatise was incredibly poignant for me. When I finally determined I'd crafted the whole tale, had it bound into a book, and then saw it in my own hands, I actually did a cartwheel across our living room floor. I was overjoyed that 35 years of my life had finally come to fruition. It's been 4 years now, since the first publishing date. I've noted there are only rare occasions when the rest of the world stumbles upon my first chronicling of events on the planet of Ar'Ka. There are other times when I see the glint in a prospective Readers eyes, though, when I'm talking face-to-face with them, and they catch my enthusiasm to go explore the world I've known so well. When they open the covers and scan the pages, and the little glimpses they catch of that far-flung place... oh, how it thrills me to see they want to journey there, as well. Oft times, they've come to me again, after they've experienced that tale, and prompt me for more. And I will... when I've traversed the other lands and witnessed the other events that shaped the people therein. But I know this: even the world of Ar'Ka is doomed to come to an end. There are forces of magic buried deep in its soil, down in its very core, that unscrupulous and power-seeking individuals will tamper with... and that planet will be ripped asunder. And all the tales of all the people will eventually fade into the quiet abyss of darkness, that chasm of forgotten memories, that void and starless expanse of eternity. And who, then, will remember? Who then will recount the sights, the sounds, the scents, the feelings of all those souls? Will it be only me? I am but a humble man and my days are numbered, as well. When I am gone, will there not be anyone to go back there, to play the part of intrepid explorer, to live among the natives and the beasts, to pen the things they tell and the recount they show? Will my dragons also lose their solid stature, becoming only dim shadows of what they were? Yes. I fear it will be so. Unless... Unless... YES! I have it now! How could I have been so blind to not realize...? Please... Sit down for a while with me, won't you? I have a tale to tell you... authorsamwesthoek.com/books/
@@xenasaur520 Yup. I know that. It's a shame we so often take a phrase and pervert it to mean something awful or demeaning. However, the fantasy novel is actually and truly about tracking down a dragon. There's a love story in there, too... Take a moment to read the synopsis to see if you'd like to read it. Not like Tolkien (a bit long-winded) or Game of Thrones (everyone stabbing each other in the back), but rather, a more lighthearted story with action, adventure, and a love triangle.
It's currently way too late (or early, I suppose) for me to go down any rabbit holes, but rest assured you have my attention, Mr. Weeks. I'll definitely be looking into your works later on, I'm very much interested to explore the world you've created. Hopefully one day, I'll also be able to share my stories with the world, before it's too late.
It's a sad story, it hurts a lot. Creations that understand themselves and are holding on to hope while there creator abandoned them. It really is worse that they continued to contact them while you know personally it's not working but they believe its working. Makes you really feel more love towards your creations. It's almost like castaway when Wilson floated away, same powerful effect with inanimate objects with a sentimental value, or falling in love with a sentient Ai knowing you'll never be together. These story's are beautiful.
You know, wanting to be a writer, and writing a story of my own, this story really made me feel a sort of way. Every day I write the story with all the enthusiasm I can possibly have. I don't think of who to share it with, or if I will ever share it. But the idea of having it in a place I can come back to in the future and say "Hey, I made that." Really brings a smile to my face. But the idea of not sharing it... now unsettles me... Because this story might never be seen or I would never know if people would like it. Thank you Tale Foundry for telling me this story. I now have a bigger wish to finish it and show it to everyone I know. Maybe you will read it at some point, who knows, the world is a very small place.
I'd love to hear your story. The way I see it, everything that is written down is worth reading by someone, especially if that story is close to you. I'm not a good writer by any means, but I still write - perhaps to record things, to speak my mind, but sometimes just because I feel it would be a waste if it just stayed in my head. How many untold stories lie in others' heads... We may never know.
I think this story represents the way the fantasy of a human being takes throughout a lifetime. First it is chaotic and playfull, then it turns to more action and fighting orientated. The next stage is darker and the fantasy is at war with something. Then the fantasy seems to lose this war and it gets weaker and weaker. After that, the fantasy dies with one last bang and what is left is the book. Little children have a vast imagination and always love to play, while older Children like more action centered stories. Teenagers have to learn to cope with new feelings and are often sad or even depressive. When they turn into adults they focus more on the real world and often have no time for thier fantasy anymore. When old people stop working and have a lot of time, they recover some of their fantasy before they die. And what remains of the fantasy is what the person told other people about it, what might inspire thier fantasy.
There's this character called Monsoon, from the video game "Metal Gear Rising", that compares ideas, or "memes", to genes. How they shape our way of thinking, our culture, our way of life, and how we pass them onto others. While his take on humanity is very cynical and misanthropist, I think he had a point. Fantasy doesn't have to die. Not truly, anyway. Stories can always live on by being shared with others, by being reimagined in different ways, or by serving as inspiration for newer stories to be told. Fantasy can "mutate" over time and remain relevant to the current audience. That's what I got from this SCP: the fantasy world as it was presented at first did not resonate with the researchers, their attempts to study it made it less and less wondrous. Until the Foundation had seemingly been figured out: the book is a different way to present the very same world, a way that resonates with the Foundation works: detailed descriptions and historical records. A fantasy that the researchers could believe in spite of- no, *because* of their emphasis on objectivity and non-interference.
I use to write fantasy stories my whole life especially in my childhood. it's been a while since i wrote again and with the one i am making right now, i decided to make references of the stories i wrote as a kid
A story that’s guaranteed to make you cry “I said slay the dragon, not *lay* the dragon!” Truly touching, truly emotional, truly heartbreaking. They have to pay child taxes now
Id call SCP-3844 a lot more depressing and heartbreaking. That the SCP would rather let a real living creature of dragonkind die in its cave all alone and forgotten in the mountains of Italy, once to protect the world from its majesty being used for war, then just ignored by a heartless bastard of a 05 council member. We can grow a perfect world of fantasy in the mind of one person, but give a person the means to protect and guard the real creatures of true fantasy, and they'll just let it die. Only thing that redeemed that story was the dragon had fooled the SCP using a fake body, after burrowing out of its cave home.
This made me sob so much. Not only because as a creative, it hits home.. But also because something i used to do when i was younger was draw and cutout paper dragons. The stories i improvised, the huge amount of cutout paper drawings of different kinds of dragons. I still keep them, somewhere. I'll look for them after drying my tears up. Thank you.
This was absolutely beautiful. It’s so relatable and a somber shame to experience. I’m not too old either, but I can even notice how my dreams slip from my mind before I awake. I used to be an avid day dreamer, my dreams would be detailed beyond compare with worlds and creatures, journeys and trials into a world of ny own fantasy. Yet, I’ve lost most of those details. I have forgotten many of those fond memories, and while I still do day dream, they are more set into reality, less fantasy, a satisfaction less so compared to my young self. I miss the time. My dad used to verbally write night stories with me before I would sleep, and we would collage so many wild ideas that had no grounding in reality, just dumb stories, and I would sometimes do it with my brother as well. Even as I write this, I’m recall what it was like,.. I only remember 2 mini stories out of 10s of 100s of storylines we had created without a shred of thought to continuity. I wish to give my future kids the same opportunity i had with these stories. Time was a thing to cherish, and I’m afraid it’s fading all too fast now.
I found out a lot of parents exercise their creative storytelling raising kids. I thought I was the only one inventing stories on the spot for my kids but lots of parents claim to do that. It's sort of a creative phase many parents go through. When it happens people think it'll last forever but cherish it. I hope you get to have kids.
I remember having a dream when I was maybe 5 or 6, but only the beginning and ending. I remembered the feeling of befriending a group of people, not humans but creatures that needed help. At the end of my dream, I did save them from whatever it was that plagued their world, but after that, I rose into the sky as they bid me farewell. They were sad that I wouldn’t see them again, I could tell, but they accepted the fact that I had to go, or in this case, wake up. I wish I could remember what adventure I had in that dream, it must have been really good, because I remember feeling the emotions.
I’ve always loved and regretted finding this particular SCP file, while I could go further more into why I will only part these words. I have forever been a dreamer, and perhaps still more dreams come forth. I have never been good with words, yet I still try. And despite all of my effort my future never ceases to loom over me. And this SCP file is a reminder of that. I thank you for recreating this tale in a way much more accessible to those who may not of had the patience to read the original SCP file. And thank you for the message and the reminder that perhaps I can dream some more.
Idea. This is in similar nature to why or how people feel nostalgia. My personal theory is that one only feels a "calling" for the "hero's journey" at a younger age. Back when the world was larger, the natural world was new, and when establishing certain relationships felt almost life and death. As one ages knowledge takes the place of adventure. The world shrinks, we recognize the environment around us, friends have been made and new ones are judged and made based on how much they resemble our old ones. There is a sense of stagnancy that permeates life moving forward, and a bitter realization that one may never truly feel the sense of exploration or pioneering ever again. The Hero's Journey, at this later stage in life, is unobtainable. Because of it, people feel fundamentally lacking. It's at this point one must, instead of journeying outward, journey inward for that lies the last adventure we all must take in the end.
11:17 I break down every time I read this. I can't help but think of my mom, who passed away almost 5 years ago as of me writing this. I hope she wasn't scared. I love you mom, and I'll never forget you.
I don't usually write any comments but I enjoy a lot your videos, it give me a lot of ideas for a novel I been writing this last two years. This video in particular made me cry a lot, it hit home. A few months ago died an favorite author of mine you probably heard of him, he was Kentaro Miura. His work, Berserk , gave me strenght in the darkest moments of my life and thanks to that work I was inspired to write something for myself. Anyway back to the topic the thing is true what you said about the fantasy taking another form for each one of use, the readers, and even now I read Berserk with a little of sadness yes but with another perspective maybe more pure or maybe I can connect myself a lot now better because I grow up and now I understand things that before I couldn't. I don't think fantasy die it just takes another forms and inspire us to make something with it it can be a book or it can be something we didn't try before. But that's everything I wanted to say. Thanks for your videos, your content is awesome and I really appreciated. Take care
I was crest fallen when I heard Kentaro Miura died too, I hear his staff might finish the series but I know it will pale into comparison to what ever he had plan. 😖
It hit me pretty hard when Miura died too. It still feels like it was only a few days ago that the news struck when, in fact, he had died 2 days after my own birthday. Like you, his work has inspired me in several aspects of my life. Both generally, mentally, and creatively. He's heavily inspired this story I want to create myself. Reading his work now is more bittersweet than it was before. Yeah. But it also provides a new perspective, like you mentioned. His work, though unfinished, provided many lessons and themes to learn from. Both in a storytelling sense, and in day to day life. I know I certainly won't forget him or his work. It's made too much of an impact on my life...
@@valentine4917-w9b Yeah, there has been one chapter since his death but it is quite unlikely that they will continue on. From what i've heard, the japanese respect authorship quite a lot, an would not continue the story without approval of miura. But the editors may pressure the team to do so regardless ? But as you said it will probably be pale in comparison (eh, some fans even went ranting when they switched to digital drawing) As for me, i think they should let it go. I don't want another game of thrones, berserk is great as it is. We have clues as to what is likely to happend, there are great theories out there. And Berserk's legacy is already bearing fruits with the dark souls series for instance (From Software are also working with GRR Martin for their next game, and i think we can expect some berserk tribute, hidden deep in a seemingly empty place, unless we bring the Behelit to the grave of a fallen warrior while wearing his armor. To summon the beings that slayed him. Or something like that ^^
In all their technical brilliance, the Foundation failed to see that had they contained it using rituals of sincere belief, the dragons would remain, and the portal would be available for exploration. As a scientist, I find it sad that so many see the explanation of things as depriving them of magic. I love Alan Watts' definition of magic: That which inspires wonder and awe. By this definition, we aknowledge the little bits of magic in so many things, from cooking and engineering to music and medicine. I find that understanding the principles of the natural world only make the world more fantastical, not less. To see the absurb facts of our emergent existance in closest detail, it fills me with childlike wonder.
At the literal part where I was about to shed a tear there was an ad for “l.o.l” toys and it was so loud and colourful. The real sad part is that I can’t watch a sad video in peace.
The way that this story ends with the book cataloguing the world's residence is just the cherry on top for the utter genius of this SCP, and this story. It's literally the only way that one can keep their memories, fantasies, dreams, and overall... themselves, preserved forever. Writing. The only thing left of this wonderful world lost inside of the box to a dying fantasy... all to allow those outside to indulge in the whimsy and wonder of a world that isn't our own. One last time.
This just...break me, i cant hold my tears, it's really hard to hear, as a novice writter/ comic maker, this really hit me like a truck, i imagine with my own creations and...... like the video said, hurt my soul
Well tbh fantasies can't be really dead for some of us. Sure we no longer believe they exist but they are alive in our heads. Sometimes the real world is just cruel and stressful that we need to find comfort else where. It's escapism where you can comfort with your fantasies. I still have it up to this day thanks to the fact that I'm an artist and writer.
This hit very close to home as an anxious teen who loves to draw and write as a way to calm down, cope and process things. I was always terrified of growing up and my life ahead of me, and ultimately, the end of it. This was one of my favourite SCPS, and one of the only ones that sticks in my head for a long time. The way this story was told, and the way you illustrated so much using such a beautiful style was amazing! The steampunk atmosphere combined with your voice and tone was perfect for this story! Thank you very much for sharing and allowing me to have my first good cry in a while. Such a relief, phew!
It's what I was thinking. It would make me very sad to know Ord, Cassie, Zak, Weezie, and Quetzal might have ended up dying in a civil war or having to leave Fantasia/DragonLand. And yes, fuck Max and Emmy in that case, for forgetting them. Those dragons helped them when they had just moved to that new house and they knew nobody.
Taking a class in folklore and anthropology my instructer always said. In order for a story or a tale to survive its story must adapt and be passed down or else it would die and would be forgotten. Being a huge fanasty person and story writting this hurts me right in my heart. The box representing a universe and world in a child's creative mind but when that child is taken away that universe and world lost its creativability and the universe shatters. Because it lost the magic that held it all together. And then the box burning away like fadding memory going from BE dragons to WERE dragons a past tense and end to fanasty world. But the ending i find is the most right from the ashes of a fire nature will find a way to regrow. A legacy a way to share the child's world for others so another universe can begin again. Fanasty is an art and art reflects human creativity and emotions that can be shared.
This made me realize why this story diddnt have quite as much of an effect on me, dont get me wrong, I still tear up, but I already had the same sort of realization a good few years ago. I was watching one of the pokemon movies, the one with latios and latias, and at some point I had a horrible realization. eventually, pokemon would end. It may not sound like much, but I grew up my entire life loving the franchise, and as I grew up and got older I still loved it for different reasons. but at that moment I realized that something that much a part of my life, a world with so many stories, ideas and wonderful creatures, would one day end. that pretty much sent me into what I now know was a sort of existencial panic attack that diddnt really pass until I fell asleep from exhaustion. It is still one of my biggest fears, not pokemon ending, but rather, to be truly forgotten, and worse, to forget.
I feel you. Had a similar fear as a kid but that people would forget the "the fun is in the journey" concept around hoenn when items added more to PVP metagaming. Noticed my classmates cared more about metagaming than their faves after that. Seems like that's the case these days to me with pokemon players; they think "If it doesn't have what I want it isn't pokemon anymore" for some reason. Made it hard for me to communicate with other players since they preferred to get mad over things. It's good to know to this day there are still people who love Pokemon for the world and experience. Made feel a bit better knowing someone kinda knew how younger me felt.
I totally understand that panic. But you could always look at it as... This Thing i Love will be as much Alive and wonderful as i am Alive on this Earth. So it will only End, when Everyone who Loves the Thing, stops loving the thing.
😭I will never forget them. Dragons were known as scary monsters but this story made me cry. I learned something from this. Everything has a limit. Not everything is the same.
My grandpa always believes in dragons and so do I. I always loved Dragons since I was a child and I have always believed in them, right now I am close to 20 and I still believe they exist somewhere. And I still love them dearly. This only fuels my love for them (and wanting to have a dragon friendo)
Just a minute in and I'm already tearing up--simply seeing that paper dragon. Making origami with my parents was one of my favorite hobbies to do as a kid, and it'll never feel the same way again.
If anyone wants to heal their soul, I recommend they go watch SCP ILLUSTRATED's video titled "THE DRAGONS ARE BACK". You may argue that that story is not canon since it's not on the Wikia, in which case let me remind you that there's no such thing as "canon" in the world of SCP.
@@banan9432 Not in SCP. Sure there are established elements like how the foundation operates and the different groups of interest, but even those can be ignored if you choose to create a new canon.
@@THExRISER No, someone wrote the story originally, meaning there is a canon story. If someone stole and wrote off my writing without permission cause I uploaded it there, I would be pissed if people called it canon
@@wrendrawsstuff6403 The original author wrote it knowing that it's going to be a part of a larger universe, where other authors can include it in their work, expand on it, and possibly even contradict it's original intention. The story doesn't exist in a vacuum, every story in SCP is canon, and every other story that contradicts it is canon, and when everything is canon, nothing is.
From High School, through college and even after I got to play role playing games with several of my friends, some of them people I’m no longer in touch with. I look back fondly on all nighters drinking soda and eating terrible junk food to track down pirates, or turn the tide of a battle or invent a new form of magical item. Now as a parent I use these stories I made with my friends as the inspiration for bedtime stories I tell my children. I’m great full for this video making me aware of how precious this chance to share and pass on these stories are, and to stay up past bedtime again to tell one more time.
16:29 Somehow you managed to take the already moving story of a magical world slowly dying from the loss of its creator's ongoing faith/interest in continuing its existence, and added a similarly moving reflection on the nature of how the mortality of our creative constructions mirrors our own mortality as human beings. The idea that we have a responsibility to share our works as a way to ensure they are carried on and reincarnated is a potent concept for a creative to wrestle with - to take our creations and share them as an act of preservation of something unique and precious. To anyone else working on gathering the courage to share their work, consider your paper dragons and what good may come from setting them free.
I can't quite say this moved me to tears - in no small part because at 24 I'm playing ttrpgs still, on the regular, and will be for as long as my friends also do. But this story did make me think about things, and a lot. I've been watching Dimension 20 recently, and this has me thinking about The Unsleeping City a lot. About the relationship between dreams and reality, and how though we live in between them, the two should never meet, not without being changed deeply, often beyond recognition. More tangentially, that ending made me think of OneShot! One of the best indie games I've ever experienced. I wouldn't want to spoil it for anyone, so maybe I should cut this comment short right here...
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. [ Nothing Gold Can Stay ] ~ Robert Frost
Father: And that how the story end...
Son: But will I one day can not travel to the Fantasy anymore
Father: Yes my son. But before you Forget, you pass your Fantasy to your child. And you get to your Fantasy with your child, just like me now.
Son: So the Story never dies.
Father: So the Story never dies.
Lovely.
Damn,,, this really made my day.
I had a stroke reading that holy
@@elementalchris4895 same
@@elementalchris4895 I mean, at least he got the spirit of the story
“We are scared. Will you forget us?”
Damn it, if that line doesn’t get me every time. So child like. So innocent. So afraid.
I know it's late but I think this is what the story represents for any reader, a childhood friend reaching out asking why you don't talk to them. Not someone you left behind but someone you just drifted away from, reminding you of all the fun you used to have but still in that child-like voice that you remember. the story hits so hard because the people never respond, if the story was of people trying to respond and not being understood it wouldn't be so heart-wrenching.
I imagine the story would play out exactly the same if you got a letter with no return address from a friend you moved away from to go to college or university (it might not be you the letter is meant for but they are addressed to your house) explaining to you that they are sad you had to move away and that they hope you are well but that they are ill and dying. Then after a few weeks another letter and then another letter explaining how they are doing...how many would open, would you ignore them because they are hard to read...
@@Texan_christian1132 Ignore this guy they've been spamming every single comment with this looking for attention
@@laraschroeder5195 Honestly it might be a bot.
@@Texan_christian1132 even it's not real It's still sad... YOU DON'T DESERVE NICE THINGS Sadness is making me cry..
We are scared. Will you forget us?
Me: n n n NOOOOO!!! 😭😭😭
Reminds me of the post that went around social media for a while, suggesting that someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader. They suggest that the last words should be, "Please don't close the book. I don't want to die."
🙂
thats one existential crisis for the day
If you haven't read it, you might like Mister B. Gone by Clive Barker
doki doki is kinda similar to that, though that sounds like a great novel, I'd totally read it
I would never close the book
I think the reason why the story hit so hard because it's symbolic of something we all go through: growing up, growing away of what we loved as kids and eventually forgetting it.
Some of us never truly give it up, we just find a different way to continue
As a writer, this hits hard. Countless lands and tales created, only to be discarded moments later. This reminds me of an idea for a ttrpg villain I saw, where it speaks directly to the players, commenting on how great the characters are, how much love was put into them, but sitting down and rolling the die only brings them suffering, that the only way to give the characters peace is to let them go.
I think what's really upsetting is, when there was a bit of flesh coming out of the box, that either one of the kids who visited the dragons had a moment of memory or, someone in SCP was starting to feel a personal connection to them. So that's why instead of paper, it was actual flesh...
Love this interpretation
I like to imagine it was one of the kids remembering fantasy right before they died, like the moment of clarity dementia patients can have right before death. They remembered their beautiful world then all the sudden were gone, dooming fantasy forever.
@@TheTaleFoundry I'm.......it's.......painful I can't....... this is too much for my heart......
Mona…you absolute legend, i love ya
I think this story represents the way the fantasy of a human being takes throughout a lifetime. So the flesh coming out of the box is a sign that fantasy has lost the fight agains reality.
This is why SCP 1762 is my favorite. It’s not a traditional monster or horror story. It’s a tragedy about the loss of childhood fantasy.
Yet another murder monster is a good SCP
Reminds me of the tunnel monster, tragedy scp stories.....
@@TylerTMG the 8000000th reality warping world eater
“The tragedy of nostalgia is that the feeling itself is an admission of things lost.”
As someone who loves nostalgia and savours it whenever the feeling occurs, that hit me
Do you by any chance have a time stamp?
This is a bit like the underlying sadness of Winnie-the-Pooh.
Eventually, Christopher Robin outgrew Pooh.
That's how it ended.
He grew up and didn't need him anymore.
It's one of the saddest things.
Except it didn't end.
Much like "Beasts of Old Letters", it continues with us.
Some have heard of the stories, some had watched them on their screens, while others had read about them in a book, but the fantasy lives on.
And if there is a mind to remember us, so will we.
I believe that there's a loving mind from which all things were dreamed into being, that cares for even the most unremarkable, to whom our every deed and our every tear matters like to no one else. It is the reason why we smile and the reason that we feel hurt, but also the reason that we can have hope - and I chose to cling to that hope, like so many others before me.
May we one day meet again, friends!
@@Texan_christian1132 Let people have fun
@@Texan_christian1132 Ignore this guy they've been spamming every single comment with this looking for attention
@@Texan_christian1132 ah yes, fiction is just "stuiped fantasy thing"
@@Texan_christian1132 wow you must be fun at parties
I'm tearing up just looking at the title.
This is perhaps one of the better SCPs to start with, as it lets you see that SCP is more than just monsters and reality benders.
Same my dude
Same here! WAHHH!!! *Hugs*
Humans are monsters
Honestly when I first learned about it I was not that sad but now that I know about it seeing the title for the video makes me quite sad.
@@Swaylon_Da_Panda No. We're just humans. That's scary enough.
“One last time.”
For so many things that’s all we need, but so rarely do we get it.
Talking about how fantasy has to pass with youth, only makes me think of a line from The Little Prince: "Growing up is not the problem, _forgetting_ is"
Agreed
This story has many similarities to the little prince
@@frogstronaut1220 No, not that story. I've already cried too much. Damn it
As someone who deeply loves dragons and fantasy, this hit hard.
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Like a freight-train.
Same
When I saw this vid I was gonna say that too...
As a fellow dragon-enjoyer, I feel that to. Stay strong, buddy
9:04
The moment I noticed that one of the researchers had dropped their notes and started crying is what broke me.
I want to note: As someone who's no stranger to SCP, I expected a lot of this. The stories almost always pull from a well of nostalgia whenever they aren't using straight up horror. I expected the initial wonder, the decay, and the death of the dream.
What I didn't expect was the book. That choked me up and forced me to pause the video. Beautiful way to visit and tell the story.
Honestly, I don’t get how people cried to this.
@@nagitokomaeda161 Nostalgia kid, nostalgia.
nagitokomaeda161 for me it made me hella emotional since it hit on a personal level. I saw this as a tale of a child’s forgotten fantasy, and we’re left to witness it crumble apart before our eyes. Most of us as kids had our own fantasies and make believe friends that we’ve since forgotten or left behind. I was a particularly imaginative kid and had a ton of “friends” that I’d interact with. This SCP for me was a stark reminder of how easily these things fade away. It brings an emotional perspective on what those on the other side, the fantasy world experience as we go about our lives, existing as their existence slips away from our consciousness. I mean the final words where they say that they’re afraid and ask if we have forgotten them really drives home that point hard. It humanized something that doesn’t really “exist”, and that brought about thoughts about my own fantasies, about my friends, some I no longer remember the names of. We continue to grow and move on, yet they remain in limbo, awaiting a return that will never come to fruition.
At least that’s how I felt hearing the story. That and I’m a complete emotional softie, so my tolerance for depressing stories is very low lol.
@@nagitokomaeda161 It feels personal to some people.
"Here were dragons" to ones you lost
"we are scared, will you forget us?" to the ones you forgot
"you found us" to the hope you lost
the fantasy getting into war - through the problems you faced
the box burning - moving on
@@DisposableClass Yes. It feels VERY personal to me. Going through my early adolescence felt like mourning an old friend - my old self. She was gone, and I'll never get to be her again.
This really hits hard, because I am a BIG fantasy reader. Like all I read is fantasy. And when I was a kid, I always made characters and storylines related to the fantasy, and I feel like they are dead now. But sometimes it feels great to have a little tear in my eye as I remember and relive those fantasys, filled with nostalgia, knowing there’s a whole world I have abandoned.
Bring your children’s mind into that world ..so the world can live through generations only going dormant to then BOOM TO LIFE with another child’s/generations mind
@@Texan_christian1132 Ignore this guy they've been spamming every single comment with this looking for attention
Me too
@@Texan_christian1132 ikr but its not stupid you killjoy people like you is the reason that the dragon box became neutralized
I don’t really do fantasy just daydream a lot…
I only cried at the last part where the amethyst was revealed to say;
“One last time”
Oh God not that. That one reminds me of a love letter. An apology from a lover saying he or she'd love to spend one last time remembering you.
Same.
Dude I started bawling at that line lol
Who would’ve thought that an scp, where you’d think monsters are only there, would have such nice creatures?
There have been many scps that mean no harm, scp-999 seems to be the most known safe class
@@haztherodentofthyinternet i approve.
What about the orange slime
@@constellationmaster that’s scp 999
@@mabolob7966 nah scp 999 exists solely to make people happy. The most non cute it gets is one tale saying 999 exists to kill the scarlet king, the scarlet king would end all existence. 999 is the definition of good
Reminds me of Puff the Magic Dragon.
"A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant's rings make way for other toys
One gray night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff, that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar"
Jackie Paper grew up and left his imaginary friend behind... Just like the creator of these dragons
Man I love that song
OMG! THIS!!! ^^^^
@@ceiliannbaldwin5592 Feckin' same ; ;
Peter, Paul, and Mary
I loved listening to that song in the car as a child
Dang.
As a creative, I thought that I was prepared.
But when the fantasy dies, that’s a mournful time for us all. And simply being prepared is not an option.
This hit me hard.
I'm almost forty years old and my love of fantasy STILL burns
I realized what they meant by: “Master says he’s recreating a world what can you can not be apart of” that is way dragons have turned into myths
this just made me cry noticing this
Saddening but very beautifully articulated.
If what the funny robot guy said about fantasies being communicated to others is true, it's also possible that this new master is simply the owner's kid, the original owner of the box grew up and passed on the story to his child
It's likely SCP 1762 has reappeared in his home the moment this fantasy was passed on and is with his son and whoever remained of that conflict is with him as well
@@WHOARETHEPATRIOTS475 tragedy with a delicate shred of hope.
I like how they put every type of dragon in the story eastern (Chinese dragon) western (normal dragon) and wyverns! (Dragons with onl y wings and back legs)
And the hydra
Lmao western is normal, ok XD normal is relative, and there be more than 3 species of dragons 👌
The main "species" of dragon usually are recognized by their limbs.
6 limbs (4 legs and 2 wings): mainstream fantasy/western dragons
2 wings and 2 legs: Wyverns
2 legs: Lindworm
2 wings: couatl (?)
No limbs, flying: eastern dragons (mostly chinese, I believe)
I also believe there are four-legged and grounded snake-like dragons, but I don't remember their names.
And then there's Lou Carcolh, that's just a huge snail
Same
@@berserkerciaran You forgot wyrm, which are basically Lindworm. Which is also just a synonym for dragon. But you made a good explanation for the mainstream viewers.
"Prepare yourself. Are you ready?"
Me: *thinks nothing of the intro and just passively listens during a quick workout*
"What once said "Here be Dragons" now says "Here - were - dragons."
Me: *fake coughs to keep myself from breaking out into tears*
"When the light is running low
And the shadows start to grow
And the places that you know
Seem like fantasy
There's a light inside your soul
That's still shining in the cold
With the truth
The promise in our hearts
Don't forget
I'm with you in the dark"
deltarune
🕯
omg this fits really well lol
👍
Deltarune
Says to self, "I can take it. My heart can take this."
Then hears "We love you" before the video even starts.
*Absolutely Wrecked*
@@Texan_christian1132 Ignore this guy they've been spamming every single comment with this looking for attention
@@laraschroeder5195 Umm... what?
@@avabethmcghee3048 They deleted their comments but there was basically a troll that was spamming a bunch of messages saying that "the scp isn't real and your all stupid for liking it" or something like that.
/hug
@@laraschroeder5195 Sounds like a middle-school kid who can't admit that it made him bawl his little eyes out.
As a pure fantasy writer, this story hurt more than most things. Fantasy brings me happiness. As a child, I had always dreamed of seeing dragons, and helping them not to be forgotten. This story brought me grief, fierce sadness, the feeling of helplessness. The thought of fantasy keeps my imagination alive.
It would be absolutely crushing, but I would kill for a novel about this-I want to know about the people who the letters were written for. Actually, I think the worst thing about this story is that it's so obvious that the backstory is innocent and pure and beautiful, full of adventures and children bringing their imaginations to life and creating worlds and...and then it's over. *And the dragons don't understand that it is.*
42 👍
I’d recommend a video from youtube channel “The Exploring Series” on the “Beasts of the Old Letters”. It goes into depth about the world the dragons once inhabited.
As a lover of Fantasy, dragons, portal worlds, and origami, this internally killed me. Kudos to the author of the original article for making me cry.
"If my entire life was a lie, a fabrication, fantasy of mine or another’s design; then let me believe.
It may not be true, it may be only a story, but it is the most important story I have.
For at least there I have meaning.
Such is the power of nostalgia."
-A Dreamer
Where is that quote from?
The one thing that SCP will never truly understand, is that some creatures don’t actually cause harm and were meant to be in the outside world. Goodbye dragons, I’m sorry none of us could help you. ❤️😔
well hat's the thig though: the foundation isn't all about stopping dangerous things. Sure, that's PART of it, but their main goal is to ensure an arbitrary notion of normalcy is mantained and keep a status quo, thus not only do they contain dangerous creatures and apocalyptic events they also contain anythng that is anamolous, even harmless things like Skip, a little robot made to parody the actions of the Foundation, a living drawing and a woman with a magical camera that only works for her.
the Foundation, at least in the better entries that aren't too edgy, are generally shown to be...neautral but willing to ensure the SCPs are kept safe as long as they aren't active dangers. They likely did try their best to figure out how to help the dragons but because f their overly scientifict approach to certain things as well as other reasons...they failed.
Thankfully there was an update to the story that hints that the world of Fantasy is slowly being repaired, so at leas tthere's hope.
@@sarafontanini7051 But that’s also the point, they take the paranormal, the bizarre, basically anything interesting and lock it away never to be seen by anyone, someone strange things, are meant to be seen.
@@sarafontanini7051 oh no, the Foundation is worse than you think, organisations like the church of the broken god and serpent's hand are much better than the Foundation
You could read either the broken masquerade scenario or the vanguard route of scp 6500 if you want a more public and honest foundation.
decent example of how bad the foundation is, the unlondon scps, they were just minding their own buisness in the underground just living life not bothering anyone before the foundation went in and gained control of it just to contain them
This is all a metaphor for growing up and maturing, and every imagination we had when we were kids would only remain as a nostalgic feeling nothing more
Then why didn't the researchers write something to them? Like if you found another kids toys you would still play with them. Wouldn't you?
@@someone-wo5nu beacuse they are from the scp foundation, the foundation is a place that lacks free will
As you told us about the dragons not seeing us humans again, adulthood is hard. But that doesn't stop us from believing what we saw and heard in our hearts. Some humans, even adults, seek to escape into their respective worlds of fantasy. Not by dying. But by living with the dreams they hold on to. Where the dragons go after the "Here were dragons" is inscribed we don't know. But the dragons of all kinds are still out there alive, and as a guy who like dragons myself, I know that the dragons can be at peace with those who are kind to them.
.-.
@@Lupezzo what, dragon? I have to keep my hopes and dreams alive. There those who like dragons, even befriend them.
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It reminded me of a dream I had...
There was a world, somewhere. An archive planet. Library of size continetal. Piles of books, globes, scrolls, maps and compass, as tall and wild as montains. the knoledges and memory of many worlds, conteless lifetimes; about everything and anything.
But no one to read any of it.
The star around wich the planet was orbiting was dying. its time has ran out, and all the inhabitant of the planet had fled, leaving all of the knoledges and researches and essays and so manything more to burn on the doomed planet.
But somebody, something was left behind... or chosed to stay. I don't what nor who it was, but it sended distress calls into space, calling anybody who could respond. But not for it's own sake... It wanted help to save the book. To preserve and evacuate anything that could be saved from the doomed archives. It couldn't just let it all be lost and burned into the void.
Sometimes, I think back to this planet, and the creature on it. I can only hope that help was on the way, butsomehow, I doubt it. I wish I could have helped it...
I wish I could have kept dreaming.
That’s truly beautiful. Thank you for sharing your dream with us
Wow. It sounds like you may have met the dream deity. I’ve met him, her, it, on a couple of occasions in my dreams. And I believe others have as well. Usually described as a nondescript dark haired human male but I don’t think this is its true form let alone its only form.
One dream I had in particular was much like yours but one of those looping dreams. I was in a massive antique store. Full of all the things, like in yours, books, compasses, maps, but also old furniture and trunks, old tools, old clothes. All the things that have a history and a story to tell. I’m casually perusing the numerous shelves and booths when suddenly something crashes through the door next to me. I can only describe it as some sort of Lovecraftian creature. About the size of a large dog but insect like with tentacles and dark in color. I turned to face it and it hit me in the chest and I’m knocked to the ground. Then only darkness.
I opened my eyes and I’m back in the thrift store. Not thinking much if it, because you know, dreams. But I was definitely a little on edge. I started to notice the other people in the store. They seemed to be nervously looking for something. Almost frantically as they pick up items look at them throw them down and pick up something else. I see a man standing across this room from me. Looking at me with this knowing look in his eyes. I start to approach him and just as suddenly as before one of these creatures smashes through the door and takes me out for the second time. And again darkness.
I open my eyes again and find myself in the same antique store but this time I notice the other people in the store are in a chaotic panic. Knocking things off the shelves looking very frantically for something. I see one person pick up a crossbow look at it nervously nod and run away. I see that same man standing across the room from me, with that same knowing, almost smug look on his face. I run towards him and grab him by the shirt and start to shake him asking, “what is going on? What are these things? Where are they coming from?”
He smiles and says, “You tell me. They’re coming out of your head.” Then bam, I’m hit from the side by one of these creatures again. And again darkness.
I open my eyes for the fourth and final time. Same place but full blown chaos this time. The people are knocking over shelves and scrambling about. I hear screams and crying and breaking glass. I see the person grabbing the crossbow and running off. I again see the man standing across the way. He smiles at me and gives a subtle knowing nod. I look to my right and see a sword in a display and I grab it. I turn and face the door I know the creatures are about to come through. Then I wake up.
I don’t believe this person/thing I encountered in my dream was your usual NPC but rather and actual being that exist in the dream realm. Neither truly good nor evil, tho it may seem so at first. I believe it is a true neutral character, an observer, that’s really just there for its own entertainment. If you ever find yourself back in that place of books try to find him. He may be able to guide you or give you information on how to save the world of fantasy.
@@foxtoxic9722 Awesome story! Althought I don't trully believe dreams are anything but brain's interpretation of the stimuly we have in our sleep, I like the idea of it being it's own universe. And that creatures are able to live and dwell and travel in it.
I'll be looking for whatever this man was, you know... just in case ;)
That dream of your's reminded me of Oneshot. It's somehow similar in someway.
why are there so many heartbreaking things in one single internet page
shit, imagine if the dream was a means of transmission signal
fuck, now i want to cry
My best friend knows how much I love this scp, fantasy, and dragons in general. So they made me an origami dragon- and gosh do I cherish it dearly. Every time I look at it, I smile.
That's part of why I got into origami in the first place. I should get back into it soon, because I was pretty good at it.
I may be almost 30 years old, but I still love dragons to this day.
I do love the idea that the reasons why they cant manifest as dragons isn't because the SCP-scientists cant see them as such or that the people who made the box controls how they look. No, its because the scientists couldn't imagine a good dragon due to being subject to the worst this, and other worlds could ever create.
Dang
Its that they can't ever sincerely fathom and imagine a genuine fantasy, because there's already a harrowing reality before them. But it doesn't stop them from feeling sad when a piece of innonence is lost, and in that brief moment of sincere belief, they did manifest as flesh, but it was too late.
The worst part is once meat chunks started coming out, you knew the scientists were starting to believe.
This is the fastest any piece of fiction managed to make my tears stream like a waterfall, at most I usually just tear up so that's saying something. Holy crap, this hits hard
Legitimately found myself wanting to go back to when the scientists first discovered the living origami dragons just for the fact of knowing that they'd be alive again and the wonder would be back, even just for a moment. Such a sad but amazing, albeit, important tale to tell. I'll never forget it.
this story means
"Every story or character or person will die at some point no one would escape death even though we still have hope life is long enough to enjoy"
Speeeeeeed wagon
Why does it say 69 years ago
@@absolutelyanythingformeowscles that’s their account name it says 1 week
or at least that interpretation anyway
That's a very sad and bold interpretation.
I'm not gonna go into detail, but read other people's comments here.
...I used to be an avid SCP reader.
And during that time, I read this one.
...Of course, at the time, I didn't pay attention to the symbolism directly, though deep down I imagine I could've known what it meant.
I did cry, of course, when I first read it.
How it hurt my heart at the time...
...Man...
We all did...
I cry fairly easily, but I didn't think I would ever start bawlung after listening to an scp. I was wrong.
I’ve always been a lucid dreamer since I was a kid, never knew what a “normal” dream is like. Knowing that I’m in a dream, being able to control it, make my own stories, that’s just how it’s always been.
So you could imagine my surprise when I had a repeat dream from when I was extremely young, the same exact setting, and similar story.
And the two characters that I hadn’t thought about since then greeted me by saying along the lines of “It’s been so long we’ve seen you, we missed you dearly”.
I genuinely cried during and after the dream. Ever since then, I’ve written about every dream I’ve had, and everyone that existed within it. I don’t want to forget about them.
Also I would love to share my stories to the world one day, but unfortunately I am quite terrible at writing, nor is my art ever consistent enough to make comics. I hope that one day I can share my worlds.
I still long to meet those dream people whom I had dreamt when I was a child
Countless worlds lost, few hang by a ever diminishing thread of memory
I don't want them to be forgotten 😢
You should release your notes. Maybe your writing isn't perfect but it's good for documentation, as a way to think that someone out there reads about the things you saw. As a document, a way to immortalise these characters and ingrain them into other people's lives.
If ever want to suggest someone a good SCP to start and they like fantasy, this is my go too entry. It just merge the two genres fabulously.
Sometimes people outside look at the Foundation as people just writing monsters, when it goes way beyond that.
This entry is the best exemple of how it is so much more.
Some of my other favorites are Casey and the camera that shows desire. I forget what that one is called
Recommend them the sister site Wanderers Library
Hi Lari
Another SCP that started out light hearted and wholesome was A Hero Is Born. But then someone had to go and ruin it by giving it a dark and depressing ending.
people like to talk about the scary ones more than the non scary ones
This sort of reminds me of the webtoon called "Don't Click!" It's about what happens to characters who's creators abandoned their stories. I'm only about halfway caught up, but I really enjoy the story so far!
What make it better is that we can also interact with the characters and our choices affects the story.
i just started the webtoon and it's already got me hooked
Its still ongoing and thats the best part
Where can I read it?
Link please?
I'm normally a happy person, but this hurts so much, to go from "Here be dragons" to "Here was dragons". I can't believe i'm 31 and I'm bawling my eyes out for little origami dragons.
This should've been marked as a Keter class. The tears and pain is too deadly for a mortal's mind to bear
That’s not how it works
Keter means it’s almost impossible to contain
@@erikakerboom2101 It's almost impossible to contain your emotions after this. Easy as that
Well your not wrong
Cries
@@erikakerboom2101 r/woooosh
While what happened to SCP-1762 is tragic, it's also really nice to see an SCP entry where the Foundation is actually trying hard to do something nice... even if they fail.
There were two points in this video when I was hit by emotion.
The first: When that "... I see no more" quote was repeated for the second time.
The second: When the amethyst letters were read. This one hit much stronger in comparison. Perhaps "melancholy" would be the best term to describe it. It was a wonderful experience.
And it's unfortunate that I probably won't experience those two for a second time.
Despite all the heartbreak and dying out fantasy, this SCP story convinced me to make an origami dragon.
No matter how old you get, you must never give up your "Fantasy".
Iggy get out of here he's still alive
This is why I play dnd
Especially if it’s your “final” one 😎
Never gonna give you up
@ralf dsouza whattt..
This story explains why I love DnD that much and why I have problem finishing books. As long as book isn't over this fantasy still exists, it's still not over. With DnD you can continuously crate and live in fantasy at least for a bit
You deny them their ending? They must live, frozen in repeating fragments of battle and sorrow.
Fighting for an ending that will never come.
@@Speed001 Damn, that's sad. Never thought about it
Dragons never left, they live in my heart.
They live in my head. Once I get to know a character I add them to my fantasy world. And also sometimes "be" them in rps.
DRAGONS CAN NOT DIE IN OUR IMAGINATION
no
IN OUR HEARTS
Dragons do not come from heaven or hell they come from somewhere with a different God the God of peace
@@kingoffire105 I’m a Christian and that’s the stupidest crap I’ve ever read. Snakes aren’t cursed!! I own one, and he’s the sweetest thing on earth. Who the hell told you that?!?
Also no snakes spit poison. They have venom, meaning it’s injected into you
-our
The story reminded me about a quote from The Little Prince "All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it." Because of the system and sick society, out creativity and imagination are destroyed. 😥😭
@@Texan_christian1132 Well *duh* its not real. Ever heard of the concept of "creating fictional things for the enjoyment of self and people"? What a sad life you live
It's mostly _ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ_.
I was introduced to The Little Prince in my French class in high school, where we read it in the original language. My teacher gave me her French copy after I graduated as a parting gift. I had been her only remaining student of the short-lived series of French class.
It had been a while since I’d actively recalled those memories. Thank you for that.
@@Oturan20 we don’t need no education
@@arloc357 😂👍 Totally Agree!
The story never ended, for you tell is still
Believe in dragons once more and see what is imagined
Speak to they who carry swiftly dream and idea
And dream a dream that is alive in you still
A tale found - KamiKai
Real talk, I don't actually believe this is the theme of Where the Dragons Went, that innocence and fantasy is inevitably lost. That theme in and of itself is something that I don't believe in based on personal experience. There's one detail that sticks out to me, and it's the fact that the SCP Foundation did absolutely nothing to try to preserve the box or its contents, despite the dragons' constant requests to do so. It just really implies to me that it's possible to preserve the fantasy, but the Foundation, for whatever reason, decided not to. Perhaps they simply saw it as something to document rather than experience, and that's what killed it.
There's another SCP that examines precisely this take on Where the Dragons Went. SCP 3844. Go give that one a read.
@@Stothehighest Honestly in many ways the Foundation is a morally ambiguous organization-
Right? While it sounds like they don't know the original owners, couldn't they try and ask the dragons about them, details to find them? And if not that, then try to preserve it with their own belief and imagination?
yea the scp people are pretty stupid
I had the same thought. Why didn't the SCP people move the box to a room fitted out to potentially meet the dragon's/fantasy world's needs? Do they keep all of their SCP anomalies in such sterile conditions while they observe them, with no attention to what the item/organism might require to continue? If so, how can they be so fucking cruel? Because it **IS** cruel, what the SCP Foundation did with that box. To me, that was the true tragedy. They had an entire **WORLD** inside a box and they **allowed it to DIE** through their inaction, when they could have done something for it. It was a sentient place--the dragons where it's agency--they were even begging for those outside to help keep them alive, and the SCP Foundation simply stood by like gawkers and let it die.
It reminds me--in a simplistic way--of the inaction we're currently taking with our own world situation and Climate Change. We're just standing here, observing, taking notes, many of us crying out that we **CAN** do something, while the world is falling apart around us, falling into war, famine and disease, while the powers that be, the ones that could actually make a difference, continue as they were, making money feeding their greed at the expense of the planet...
I... this broke me.... Even more so because of my endless love for Dragons, ever since I can remember and till this day.... T^T
Same
Same
Same
That's why I'm deciding to not watch it. I don't think I can take it. 💔
Gay for dragons
This imo was one of the most well-written scp tales. I randomly stumbled upon about this tale on facebook and it stucked with me for years.
The last part about turning dreams into concrete things and making them understandable to the awake mind is something I do often it’s fun to share my stories
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I read this SCP years ago and it didn't really hit me emotionally. I started sobbing halfway through this video. I'm going through a massive change in life and how i view it and myself. An old life slowly fading away and giving rise to something new and unknown. The harsh paradox of wanting something new, but not wanting to lose what was, this story hits a lot harder now.
Age really changes perspective
So this is incredibly old, but one of the SCP video games (and I forget which one) actually has you find a way to *restore* the box to normal. It even has some amazingly fitting music and visuals. If you watch a clip of the game where someone fixes the box I guarantee if the story makes you cry, the idea that it's possible to put the box back together, to help bring the dragons back will do the same thing.
Fantasy, children's literature, adventure, mystery and mythology were and still are my favorite genres. I'm both a poet and a writer, and I like to create fantasy worlds and characters. Thanks for sharing!
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As an author of a fantasy novel featuring dragons ("Chasing the Dragon"), this treatise was incredibly poignant for me. When I finally determined I'd crafted the whole tale, had it bound into a book, and then saw it in my own hands, I actually did a cartwheel across our living room floor. I was overjoyed that 35 years of my life had finally come to fruition.
It's been 4 years now, since the first publishing date. I've noted there are only rare occasions when the rest of the world stumbles upon my first chronicling of events on the planet of Ar'Ka. There are other times when I see the glint in a prospective Readers eyes, though, when I'm talking face-to-face with them, and they catch my enthusiasm to go explore the world I've known so well. When they open the covers and scan the pages, and the little glimpses they catch of that far-flung place... oh, how it thrills me to see they want to journey there, as well. Oft times, they've come to me again, after they've experienced that tale, and prompt me for more. And I will... when I've traversed the other lands and witnessed the other events that shaped the people therein.
But I know this: even the world of Ar'Ka is doomed to come to an end. There are forces of magic buried deep in its soil, down in its very core, that unscrupulous and power-seeking individuals will tamper with... and that planet will be ripped asunder. And all the tales of all the people will eventually fade into the quiet abyss of darkness, that chasm of forgotten memories, that void and starless expanse of eternity. And who, then, will remember? Who then will recount the sights, the sounds, the scents, the feelings of all those souls? Will it be only me? I am but a humble man and my days are numbered, as well. When I am gone, will there not be anyone to go back there, to play the part of intrepid explorer, to live among the natives and the beasts, to pen the things they tell and the recount they show?
Will my dragons also lose their solid stature, becoming only dim shadows of what they were? Yes. I fear it will be so. Unless... Unless... YES! I have it now! How could I have been so blind to not realize...?
Please... Sit down for a while with me, won't you? I have a tale to tell you...
authorsamwesthoek.com/books/
is ur title poignant or did u not know that "chasing the dragon" is what smoking heroin is called
@@xenasaur520 Yup. I know that. It's a shame we so often take a phrase and pervert it to mean something awful or demeaning.
However, the fantasy novel is actually and truly about tracking down a dragon. There's a love story in there, too... Take a moment to read the synopsis to see if you'd like to read it. Not like Tolkien (a bit long-winded) or Game of Thrones (everyone stabbing each other in the back), but rather, a more lighthearted story with action, adventure, and a love triangle.
Way to plug your book my guy, A+
It's currently way too late (or early, I suppose) for me to go down any rabbit holes, but rest assured you have my attention, Mr. Weeks. I'll definitely be looking into your works later on, I'm very much interested to explore the world you've created. Hopefully one day, I'll also be able to share my stories with the world, before it's too late.
It's a sad story, it hurts a lot. Creations that understand themselves and are holding on to hope while there creator abandoned them. It really is worse that they continued to contact them while you know personally it's not working but they believe its working. Makes you really feel more love towards your creations. It's almost like castaway when Wilson floated away, same powerful effect with inanimate objects with a sentimental value, or falling in love with a sentient Ai knowing you'll never be together. These story's are beautiful.
You know, wanting to be a writer, and writing a story of my own, this story really made me feel a sort of way.
Every day I write the story with all the enthusiasm I can possibly have. I don't think of who to share it with, or if I will ever share it. But the idea of having it in a place I can come back to in the future and say "Hey, I made that." Really brings a smile to my face. But the idea of not sharing it... now unsettles me... Because this story might never be seen or I would never know if people would like it.
Thank you Tale Foundry for telling me this story. I now have a bigger wish to finish it and show it to everyone I know.
Maybe you will read it at some point, who knows, the world is a very small place.
I'd love to hear your story. The way I see it, everything that is written down is worth reading by someone, especially if that story is close to you. I'm not a good writer by any means, but I still write - perhaps to record things, to speak my mind, but sometimes just because I feel it would be a waste if it just stayed in my head. How many untold stories lie in others' heads... We may never know.
Thank you, I will surely love to share it someday with you when I finish.
I think this story represents the way the fantasy of a human being takes throughout a lifetime.
First it is chaotic and playfull,
then it turns to more action and fighting orientated.
The next stage is darker and the fantasy is at war with something.
Then the fantasy seems to lose this war and it gets weaker and weaker.
After that, the fantasy dies with one last bang
and what is left is the book.
Little children have a vast imagination and always love to play,
while older Children like more action centered stories.
Teenagers have to learn to cope with new feelings and are often sad or even depressive.
When they turn into adults they focus more on the real world and often have no time for thier fantasy anymore.
When old people stop working and have a lot of time, they recover some of their fantasy before they die.
And what remains of the fantasy is what the person told other people about it, what might inspire thier fantasy.
just found out about scps, but I have seen your video years ago, so this is officialy my first ever scp
I'm already crying. The video hasn't even started.
There's this character called Monsoon, from the video game "Metal Gear Rising", that compares ideas, or "memes", to genes. How they shape our way of thinking, our culture, our way of life, and how we pass them onto others. While his take on humanity is very cynical and misanthropist, I think he had a point.
Fantasy doesn't have to die. Not truly, anyway. Stories can always live on by being shared with others, by being reimagined in different ways, or by serving as inspiration for newer stories to be told. Fantasy can "mutate" over time and remain relevant to the current audience.
That's what I got from this SCP: the fantasy world as it was presented at first did not resonate with the researchers, their attempts to study it made it less and less wondrous. Until the Foundation had seemingly been figured out: the book is a different way to present the very same world, a way that resonates with the Foundation works: detailed descriptions and historical records. A fantasy that the researchers could believe in spite of- no, *because* of their emphasis on objectivity and non-interference.
That ideia originated from the book selfish gene! That was actually the first piece of media to use the term meme
"now that's a pretty meme! Exquisite-"
*N o*
I use to write fantasy stories my whole life especially in my childhood. it's been a while since i wrote again and with the one i am making right now, i decided to make references of the stories i wrote as a kid
A story that’s guaranteed to make you cry
“I said slay the dragon, not *lay* the dragon!”
Truly touching, truly emotional, truly heartbreaking. They have to pay child taxes now
Can you link it?
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@@isabellarebekah436 i think its a game called “biggest sword”
A...touching story, indeed.
bruh
Id call SCP-3844 a lot more depressing and heartbreaking. That the SCP would rather let a real living creature of dragonkind die in its cave all alone and forgotten in the mountains of Italy, once to protect the world from its majesty being used for war, then just ignored by a heartless bastard of a 05 council member. We can grow a perfect world of fantasy in the mind of one person, but give a person the means to protect and guard the real creatures of true fantasy, and they'll just let it die. Only thing that redeemed that story was the dragon had fooled the SCP using a fake body, after burrowing out of its cave home.
This made me sob so much. Not only because as a creative, it hits home.. But also because something i used to do when i was younger was draw and cutout paper dragons. The stories i improvised, the huge amount of cutout paper drawings of different kinds of dragons. I still keep them, somewhere. I'll look for them after drying my tears up. Thank you.
This was absolutely beautiful. It’s so relatable and a somber shame to experience. I’m not too old either, but I can even notice how my dreams slip from my mind before I awake. I used to be an avid day dreamer, my dreams would be detailed beyond compare with worlds and creatures, journeys and trials into a world of ny own fantasy. Yet, I’ve lost most of those details. I have forgotten many of those fond memories, and while I still do day dream, they are more set into reality, less fantasy, a satisfaction less so compared to my young self. I miss the time.
My dad used to verbally write night stories with me before I would sleep, and we would collage so many wild ideas that had no grounding in reality, just dumb stories, and I would sometimes do it with my brother as well. Even as I write this, I’m recall what it was like,.. I only remember 2 mini stories out of 10s of 100s of storylines we had created without a shred of thought to continuity. I wish to give my future kids the same opportunity i had with these stories. Time was a thing to cherish, and I’m afraid it’s fading all too fast now.
I found out a lot of parents exercise their creative storytelling raising kids. I thought I was the only one inventing stories on the spot for my kids but lots of parents claim to do that. It's sort of a creative phase many parents go through. When it happens people think it'll last forever but cherish it. I hope you get to have kids.
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I remember having a dream when I was maybe 5 or 6, but only the beginning and ending. I remembered the feeling of befriending a group of people, not humans but creatures that needed help.
At the end of my dream, I did save them from whatever it was that plagued their world, but after that, I rose into the sky as they bid me farewell. They were sad that I wouldn’t see them again, I could tell, but they accepted the fact that I had to go, or in this case, wake up.
I wish I could remember what adventure I had in that dream, it must have been really good, because I remember feeling the emotions.
I’ve always loved and regretted finding this particular SCP file, while I could go further more into why I will only part these words.
I have forever been a dreamer, and perhaps still more dreams come forth. I have never been good with words, yet I still try. And despite all of my effort my future never ceases to loom over me. And this SCP file is a reminder of that. I thank you for recreating this tale in a way much more accessible to those who may not of had the patience to read the original SCP file. And thank you for the message and the reminder that perhaps I can dream some more.
I miss my youth when my imagination was limitless. Every movies I watched, every stories I read linger in my mind as if I was living in these worlds.
Idea.
This is in similar nature to why or how people feel nostalgia. My personal theory is that one only feels a "calling" for the "hero's journey" at a younger age. Back when the world was larger, the natural world was new, and when establishing certain relationships felt almost life and death. As one ages knowledge takes the place of adventure. The world shrinks, we recognize the environment around us, friends have been made and new ones are judged and made based on how much they resemble our old ones. There is a sense of stagnancy that permeates life moving forward, and a bitter realization that one may never truly feel the sense of exploration or pioneering ever again.
The Hero's Journey, at this later stage in life, is unobtainable. Because of it, people feel fundamentally lacking. It's at this point one must, instead of journeying outward, journey inward for that lies the last adventure we all must take in the end.
11:17 I break down every time I read this. I can't help but think of my mom, who passed away almost 5 years ago as of me writing this. I hope she wasn't scared. I love you mom, and I'll never forget you.
I fell so bad you will she her again
I don't usually write any comments but I enjoy a lot your videos, it give me a lot of ideas for a novel I been writing this last two years. This video in particular made me cry a lot, it hit home. A few months ago died an favorite author of mine you probably heard of him, he was Kentaro Miura. His work, Berserk , gave me strenght in the darkest moments of my life and thanks to that work I was inspired to write something for myself. Anyway back to the topic the thing is true what you said about the fantasy taking another form for each one of use, the readers, and even now I read Berserk with a little of sadness yes but with another perspective maybe more pure or maybe I can connect myself a lot now better because I grow up and now I understand things that before I couldn't. I don't think fantasy die it just takes another forms and inspire us to make something with it it can be a book or it can be something we didn't try before. But that's everything I wanted to say. Thanks for your videos, your content is awesome and I really appreciated. Take care
I was crest fallen when I heard Kentaro Miura died too, I hear his staff might finish the series but I know it will pale into comparison to what ever he had plan. 😖
It hit me pretty hard when Miura died too. It still feels like it was only a few days ago that the news struck when, in fact, he had died 2 days after my own birthday. Like you, his work has inspired me in several aspects of my life. Both generally, mentally, and creatively. He's heavily inspired this story I want to create myself. Reading his work now is more bittersweet than it was before. Yeah. But it also provides a new perspective, like you mentioned. His work, though unfinished, provided many lessons and themes to learn from. Both in a storytelling sense, and in day to day life. I know I certainly won't forget him or his work. It's made too much of an impact on my life...
@@valentine4917-w9b Yeah, there has been one chapter since his death but it is quite unlikely that they will continue on. From what i've heard, the japanese respect authorship quite a lot, an would not continue the story without approval of miura. But the editors may pressure the team to do so regardless ? But as you said it will probably be pale in comparison (eh, some fans even went ranting when they switched to digital drawing)
As for me, i think they should let it go. I don't want another game of thrones, berserk is great as it is. We have clues as to what is likely to happend, there are great theories out there. And Berserk's legacy is already bearing fruits with the dark souls series for instance (From Software are also working with GRR Martin for their next game, and i think we can expect some berserk tribute, hidden deep in a seemingly empty place, unless we bring the Behelit to the grave of a fallen warrior while wearing his armor. To summon the beings that slayed him. Or something like that ^^
Agreed. Hearing of Muira's passing hit me hard as well. Berserk was one of the first manga series I ever followed.
Kentaro is one of those great artists, whose art could drive so much emotion. I only regret that so few had the chance to know that art.
In all their technical brilliance, the Foundation failed to see that had they contained it using rituals of sincere belief, the dragons would remain, and the portal would be available for exploration. As a scientist, I find it sad that so many see the explanation of things as depriving them of magic. I love Alan Watts' definition of magic: That which inspires wonder and awe. By this definition, we aknowledge the little bits of magic in so many things, from cooking and engineering to music and medicine. I find that understanding the principles of the natural world only make the world more fantastical, not less. To see the absurb facts of our emergent existance in closest detail, it fills me with childlike wonder.
At the literal part where I was about to shed a tear there was an ad for “l.o.l” toys and it was so loud and colourful. The real sad part is that I can’t watch a sad video in peace.
I hope this SCP comes back, We need more SCPs that aren’t completely evil, Maybe we can hop in here to escape Daybreak
@@Texan_christian1132 Ignore this guy they've been spamming every single comment with this looking for attention
I didn't expect me to sob to this I was like oh I like dragons and then just absolute sobbing
The way that this story ends with the book cataloguing the world's residence is just the cherry on top for the utter genius of this SCP, and this story. It's literally the only way that one can keep their memories, fantasies, dreams, and overall... themselves, preserved forever. Writing. The only thing left of this wonderful world lost inside of the box to a dying fantasy... all to allow those outside to indulge in the whimsy and wonder of a world that isn't our own. One last time.
This just...break me, i cant hold my tears, it's really hard to hear, as a novice writter/ comic maker, this really hit me like a truck, i imagine with my own creations and...... like the video said, hurt my soul
This is literally the same when all of the things we imagined as kids were not true.
Well tbh fantasies can't be really dead for some of us. Sure we no longer believe they exist but they are alive in our heads. Sometimes the real world is just cruel and stressful that we need to find comfort else where. It's escapism where you can comfort with your fantasies. I still have it up to this day thanks to the fact that I'm an artist and writer.
every time i saw this SCP, i avoided it...
and now i know why.
im glad i heard it through you...
Be safe. Be Well
This hit very close to home as an anxious teen who loves to draw and write as a way to calm down, cope and process things. I was always terrified of growing up and my life ahead of me, and ultimately, the end of it. This was one of my favourite SCPS, and one of the only ones that sticks in my head for a long time. The way this story was told, and the way you illustrated so much using such a beautiful style was amazing! The steampunk atmosphere combined with your voice and tone was perfect for this story! Thank you very much for sharing and allowing me to have my first good cry in a while. Such a relief, phew!
This is legit the aftermath and dark side of the show “DRAGON TAILS”
Smh Max and Emmy... Those bastards.
@@G.Williker 😂😂😂
It's what I was thinking. It would make me very sad to know Ord, Cassie, Zak, Weezie, and Quetzal might have ended up dying in a civil war or having to leave Fantasia/DragonLand. And yes, fuck Max and Emmy in that case, for forgetting them. Those dragons helped them when they had just moved to that new house and they knew nobody.
*DRAGON TAILS DRAGON TAILS ITS ALMOST TIE. FOR DRAGON TAILS-*
@@Chonny-Thorn Every time I here that theme song Nostalgia gives me a good hard punch to the gut.
Taking a class in folklore and anthropology my instructer always said. In order for a story or a tale to survive its story must adapt and be passed down or else it would die and would be forgotten. Being a huge fanasty person and story writting this hurts me right in my heart. The box representing a universe and world in a child's creative mind but when that child is taken away that universe and world lost its creativability and the universe shatters. Because it lost the magic that held it all together. And then the box burning away like fadding memory going from BE dragons to WERE dragons a past tense and end to fanasty world. But the ending i find is the most right from the ashes of a fire nature will find a way to regrow. A legacy a way to share the child's world for others so another universe can begin again. Fanasty is an art and art reflects human creativity and emotions that can be shared.
This made me realize why this story diddnt have quite as much of an effect on me, dont get me wrong, I still tear up, but I already had the same sort of realization a good few years ago. I was watching one of the pokemon movies, the one with latios and latias, and at some point I had a horrible realization. eventually, pokemon would end. It may not sound like much, but I grew up my entire life loving the franchise, and as I grew up and got older I still loved it for different reasons. but at that moment I realized that something that much a part of my life, a world with so many stories, ideas and wonderful creatures, would one day end. that pretty much sent me into what I now know was a sort of existencial panic attack that diddnt really pass until I fell asleep from exhaustion. It is still one of my biggest fears, not pokemon ending, but rather, to be truly forgotten, and worse, to forget.
I feel you. Had a similar fear as a kid but that people would forget the "the fun is in the journey" concept around hoenn when items added more to PVP metagaming. Noticed my classmates cared more about metagaming than their faves after that. Seems like that's the case these days to me with pokemon players; they think "If it doesn't have what I want it isn't pokemon anymore" for some reason. Made it hard for me to communicate with other players since they preferred to get mad over things. It's good to know to this day there are still people who love Pokemon for the world and experience. Made feel a bit better knowing someone kinda knew how younger me felt.
I totally understand that panic. But you could always look at it as... This Thing i Love will be as much Alive and wonderful as i am Alive on this Earth. So it will only End, when Everyone who Loves the Thing, stops loving the thing.
Things only end if you let them
😭I will never forget them.
Dragons were known as scary monsters but this story made me cry.
I learned something from this.
Everything has a limit.
Not everything is the same.
My grandpa always believes in dragons and so do I. I always loved Dragons since I was a child and I have always believed in them, right now I am close to 20 and I still believe they exist somewhere. And I still love them dearly. This only fuels my love for them (and wanting to have a dragon friendo)
First time I read or listened to this story was over a year ago. And I bawled my eyes out 😢. Thanks for doing it again 😭 this story is too effective
Just a minute in and I'm already tearing up--simply seeing that paper dragon. Making origami with my parents was one of my favorite hobbies to do as a kid, and it'll never feel the same way again.
If anyone wants to heal their soul, I recommend they go watch SCP ILLUSTRATED's video titled "THE DRAGONS ARE BACK".
You may argue that that story is not canon since it's not on the Wikia, in which case let me remind you that there's no such thing as "canon" in the world of SCP.
MAKE IT HAPPEN!
Yeah there's such thing as Canon in every story
@@banan9432 Not in SCP.
Sure there are established elements like how the foundation operates and the different groups of interest, but even those can be ignored if you choose to create a new canon.
@@THExRISER No, someone wrote the story originally, meaning there is a canon story. If someone stole and wrote off my writing without permission cause I uploaded it there, I would be pissed if people called it canon
@@wrendrawsstuff6403 The original author wrote it knowing that it's going to be a part of a larger universe, where other authors can include it in their work, expand on it, and possibly even contradict it's original intention.
The story doesn't exist in a vacuum, every story in SCP is canon, and every other story that contradicts it is canon, and when everything is canon, nothing is.
From High School, through college and even after I got to play role playing games with several of my friends, some of them people I’m no longer in touch with. I look back fondly on all nighters drinking soda and eating terrible junk food to track down pirates, or turn the tide of a battle or invent a new form of magical item. Now as a parent I use these stories I made with my friends as the inspiration for bedtime stories I tell my children. I’m great full for this video making me aware of how precious this chance to share and pass on these stories are, and to stay up past bedtime again to tell one more time.
16:29 Somehow you managed to take the already moving story of a magical world slowly dying from the loss of its creator's ongoing faith/interest in continuing its existence, and added a similarly moving reflection on the nature of how the mortality of our creative constructions mirrors our own mortality as human beings. The idea that we have a responsibility to share our works as a way to ensure they are carried on and reincarnated is a potent concept for a creative to wrestle with - to take our creations and share them as an act of preservation of something unique and precious. To anyone else working on gathering the courage to share their work, consider your paper dragons and what good may come from setting them free.
lol it used to be a big ass temple
Why can I not stop watching this one video??
Oh, right.. it's a masterpiece 😃
Hey that's just the sad story
Even though i already knew about scp-1762, you way of telling it and the subsequent analysis made me tear up.
I can't quite say this moved me to tears - in no small part because at 24 I'm playing ttrpgs still, on the regular, and will be for as long as my friends also do. But this story did make me think about things, and a lot.
I've been watching Dimension 20 recently, and this has me thinking about The Unsleeping City a lot. About the relationship between dreams and reality, and how though we live in between them, the two should never meet, not without being changed deeply, often beyond recognition.
More tangentially, that ending made me think of OneShot! One of the best indie games I've ever experienced. I wouldn't want to spoil it for anyone, so maybe I should cut this comment short right here...
One Shot is great. Poor baby Niko 😔
-Benji
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
[ Nothing Gold Can Stay ] ~ Robert Frost
What makes this even sadder is that the salt water that fixes the box was likely tears. The dragons were crying at the end.
This SCP is why entry 6500 - Inevitable is now one of my favorites.