The Sister.

Irl notes: this is some 4th wall fuckery.

http://scpsandbox2.wikidot.com/overandover (Original Document)

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Welcome, Ezperanza Alvarez

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Addendum:

Te de Canela con azúcar Siempre sana un corazón roto
If only I knew her.

Dearest daughter,

I am currently writing this in a hidden file. I hope someday you may find this. I have faith in my love that this will remain hidden long after my death. Somehow I find that death is no longer a something to fear. As I have done so long ago. If I am not alive, then for sure it means that I am smiling at you from the heavens. You see, I am not who I was originally was. I was a floating angel, a beacon of pure hope, the pure semblance of ideas. I am the light that men chained in caves looked for in shadows. I was not an angel with wings, nor those up in heavens. I was air, life, pure joy that children have in their eyes when they see their parents. However, I was trapped, forced to be consumed by a machine, then I was liberated only to be thrown into a flesh puppet. I had no care for, these things. Only out of pity I talked to my dearest, and in the end, I could not figure out why you puny things could only keep such things of anomalies locked up. But, then as dearest Samuel told me, I was to be protected, to be contained. It is with such pleasure that I finnaly wished to know who I was. Perhaps me and you all are not as different as we thought. We all are vessels of ideas, and vessels of light and hope. Moving across the galaxy I could see your kind as ants scurrying to and fro. But now I see you as butterflies, moving toward the unknowable, the darkness.

This is the reason why you joined, isn't it ? You wanted to see horrors, you wanted to see the sickest of reality and humanity. But, alas dearest Esperanza my sweet. You mean so much. You can do so much in this world. YOU looking at this monitor, looking at these words that could never mean anything.

But, they do. You give them meaning, YOU are the one who wants to write. You, you are the only one who can do all they can and more. Words cannot describe how proud I am for you. As then, I never spoke in words. I never had meaning. It was up to you to give me a meaning.

Yours dearly,
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