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Because that roaring sound was clearly the roar of a dragon!

Then,

A large amount of torn paper and paper balls erupted from SCP-1762-1.

Several damaged origami dragons also appeared among them, but they were all the same as the red origami dragon.

There is no more anger.

Xiaoyu picked them up tremblingly and sobbed:

'They're dead'

Dr. Clef opened his mouth, wanting to correct Xiaoyu's remarks out of habit.

It should be invalidated.

But after thinking about it, he accepted the word "death" as a way of describing living things.

It's been a long time.

The flame in the paper box slowly went out.

When everyone came to the paper box, they saw a roll of something similar to parchment inside.

Part of the text above is blurred or covered by blood.

After taking the documents,

Several parts of the box began to char and disintegrate, and soon the box was covered with small burn holes.

The words "The Dragon is Here" written on the lid of the box were burned.

Without paying attention to this, everyone looked at the contents on the parchment:

【Are you still here, friends? We miss you very much. 】

[The Fantasy World is no longer safe. Our harbor, your creation, is gone. The giants are dead. The minotaurs are dead. The birds have fled.]

"We will burn down your room. We cannot risk you getting hurt."

【This is our farewell. Perhaps one day, your people will build another room. This little hope may not come true, but we will cherish it.】

Seeing this scene,

The audience in the universe fell silent.

An indescribable sadness spread in the chat group.

Then,

The box began to shake again.

They took the last document from the box.

The document was written in ink on a papyrus scroll and was accompanied by a drawing of a mountainous area dotted with trees and waterfalls.

A winged dragon can be seen in the background, appearing to be about to fly away.

The message is written in black ink in the lower right corner of the scroll.

[The master said we will not see you again. We are sad. So are the others.]

We were once full of dreams and ideals. Unfortunately we can no longer share them. The Master said we must leave.

[He said he would create a new fantasy world. He said you cannot be part of the new fantasy world.]

We are very sad.

【We love you. 】

【We will never forget you. 】

[We are scared, will you forget us? ]

The operators read the above content.

Xiaoyu had already burst into tears.

Children's friendship is so simple and pure.

The cruel thing is,

She had just met this group of friends for a short time, and it was already time to say goodbye.

Just as they said, they destroyed the only channel connecting the fantasy world to reality.

After taking 1762-18,

Salt water begins to leak out of SCP-1762-1, and the original burn marks begin to disappear;

Three minutes later, SCP-1762-1 was restored to its original state.

The words "The dragon is here" were replaced with "The dragon was here".

See here,

The audience in the chat group fell into complete silence.

They seemed to see a beautiful world collapsing in silence.

After the agreement was made,

Left a last blessing to another world:

Will you forget us?

The answer is obviously no.

The dragon is here.

Became a dragon once here,

One more word,

But the beautiful fantasy also came to an end.

【Mission completed! 】

When this familiar voice appeared in the light curtain,

For the first time, the audience felt an indescribable sense of loss.

This mission is like their short but wonderful childhood.

Even the loss is just as silent and quick,

By the time they react,

Everything has disappeared without a trace.

Then,

The scene changes from the containment room to the director's office inside the site.

Dr. Clef stood in front of a video camera as before, apparently doing a project report.

He read the report carefully.

Just as he was about to turn off the video recorder,

He froze suddenly.

He saw the origami dragon he had taken away, lying there as if it were dead.

Dr. Clef picked it up carefully.

He seemed to see that dreamlike world again.

In those days that were once full of wild imagination and endless creativity, our people once created such a fantasy world.

It is boundless.

It is vast and boundless.

It nourishes countless wonderful creatures.

It also contains endless ideals and fun.

Of course, the dragon is also here.

During that happy time of living together, our people and the dragon made a precious covenant, agreeing to jointly protect our paradise and our ideals.

The weapon of our people is the creativity that is enough to change reality.

So, dragons coexist with us.

Over the long years, for some unknown reason, our people abandoned the fantasy world and no one knew where they were heading.

The fantasy world based on creativity is shrinking day by day and gradually turning into a small paper box.

In the days when we lost the help of our people, only the dragons were left to guard the fantasy world.

Protecting this land is not easy.

The paradise that once existed is gradually sinking, the light that once existed is gradually dimming, the vitality that once existed is gradually withering, and the peace that once existed is gradually shattered.

Faced with the gradual collapse of the fantasy world and the trampling of the evil race, faced with sending letter after letter to call their most trusted friends but to no avail, faced with pain and confusion.

The dragon is still here.

But the good times will eventually become a thing of the past, and destruction will eventually come.

Finally one day, the dragon could no longer bear the endless wars and the torture of seeing its homeland reduced to a scorched earth.

But just when they were about to fail, flames shot up into the sky, burning the threat but leaving the loyalty behind.

So far, the dragon has been here

We betrayed the dragon's trust by forgetting.

We have lost our former paradise because of forgetfulness.

We lose tremendous creativity because of forgetfulness.

But what have we forgotten?

This is our unique lament.

The dragon is no longer there.

The dragon was here.

Perhaps one day, our people who are lost on the journey will regain their original intentions.

But I just hope that the dragon will be here.

New fantasy world.

Spiral floating mountains float above the clouds;

The forest is filled with wise and knowledgeable trees, and ancient rivers meander through it, sparking spectacular waterfalls over the cliffs.

The ocean here has golden sands and gentle, cool waves, never raging with rough seas or storms.

A dragon and a giant sit here.

"How are they?" the giant's voice was muffled.

The dragon replied, "I don't know."

"They haven't come back to see us for a long time."

"He might just be a little busy, or maybe a little tired."

"I miss those kids." The giant's voice was still muffled, but with a hint of emotional ups and downs.

Long was silent for a moment, "We are not in the same world as them."

But the giant seemed not to have heard him and said excitedly: "I have an idea, why don't we go find them."

“I think it’s a great idea.”

"Why don't we set off now?"

In order to see them again, a dragon and a giant embarked on a journey to another world.

perhaps,