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[[include :scp-wiki:theme:black-highlighter-theme]] [[include :scp-wiki:theme:extra-black-highlighter-theme]] [[div style="border:solid 1px #999999; background:#f2f2c2; padding:5px; margin-bottom: 10px;"]] [[=]] ##black|**You are currently viewing story 2 of 6.**## ##black|**[http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-heart-of-mekhane/offset/1 <<] | [http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-heart-of-mekhane/offset/1 1] | 2 | [http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-heart-of-mekhane/offset/3 3] | [http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-heart-of-mekhane/offset/4 4] | [http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-heart-of-mekhane/offset/5 5] | [http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-heart-of-mekhane/offset/6 6] | [http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-heart-of-mekhane/offset/3 >>]**## [[/=]] [[/div]] [[=]] [[size 150%]] **Holy Hymn to the Heart of Mekhane** [[/size]] //dated to approx. 1700 BCE, trans. from Hittite Cuneiform, A. Sprague// [[/=]] I have seen it all, and I will tell you of its story, For knowledge was never meant to be hidden. I will tell you of the three sons of ben Adam, Undying and remnants of the Antediluvian times when men and monster walked upon the land in forests old, on streets of gleaming stone. Of the Heart that rests still now in the Depths, Broken and Fractured but no less Divine, and of the third Son who came to late understanding. Yet not too late to make things right. It was ben Adam who dug in the loamy dirt, granting purchase to the remaining seedling of bronze and the holiest of leaves, letting it grow with reverence and worship as its ever nourishment, the trunk made strong by the devotion of ben Adam's youngest son, Seth. Elder sons had gone to ruin already, seeking knowledge forbidden to man, finding danger beyond the Garden that Seth kept. Secret. Safe. While Ab-Leshal raged and Qayin remembered, it was Seth who kept the Tree watered and apart from those who he feared would fall to chaos if they were to gain its knowledge. For Flesh is weak, and prone to destruction. Every night, Seth went to the Garden to tend to the Tree, the memory of before the Flood kept alive in its metallic roots as surely as so much else had been lost to the time, to the waters. Hail! Son of ben Adam, keeping the Garden in its safety, the ichor of the river preserving Her life after the fracturing of Her body. The ground itself remembers Her even now, and weeps. ------ Seth held himself and the Knowledge of the Tree apart from even his own kin, for he knew the burden of its knowledge was great. He had watched it destroy his brothers, to change Hevel from defender to adversary, Qayin sundered and cursed with knowledge too heavy for a man alone to bear. Yet Seth continued to conceal the Garden. One man, alone. But one day, Seth's grandson followed him to the Garden, and soon all of the son of ben Adam's kin knew of its secrets and how for so long he alone had known. "You told us of its destruction!" they wailed, for the man had lied to them. "You hid its Truth from us, and we might yet live eternal, without fear!" they wept, for they had been deceived. "Let us have the Tree!" they cried, for they even now cried out to Her broken body for the divine they thought never to reclaim. Yet Seth said no and returned to the Garden, demanding they cease their pleading. For he knew what the knowledge would bring, what had happened in the Garden to ruin the souls of his kin. Even now the fires were sung of in tales around the campfires, the destruction his brothers had left in their wake. Seth alone would bear the burden, the temptation. Yet it would not always be so. ------ For generation after generation, they came to the Gates of the Garden, pleading with Seth, son of ben Adam for some small knowledge to bring them closer to Her, though they did not yet know the name of who they sought. And Seth, succored by the Tree, no longer requiring to sleep or to drink or to fill his belly imparted what he felt safe to tell his family, for the blessing of the wisdom was upon him and though he told them to hide this knowledge away, they did not. For knowledge was never meant to be hidden. They came, seeking Her by so many names; to find Hakhama, Sophia, Mekhane, but he turned them all away, lest they fall to the same fate that his people had, so long before. Yet She could not be called forever and not answer. For the first time in an age, Seth found himself grow tired, and against the trunk of the Tree he had so vigilantly protected for so many years he slept. In that dream, She stood before him, in full Splendor. Unbroken. Unbowed. Whole. "My child, those who come to seek me, why do you turn them away?" Her voice echoed with compassion and stilled anger, for she was disappointed in him, and where he knelt before her, Seth trembled. "Do you not know that this Gift was to be Given? To protect those who fall to the Flesh, so they may find comfort and succor? You fear that the knowledge will be too much for them, yet is it for you?" Seth's voice quavered, for he understood the hubris that had been rooted in protection had harmed those that She loved, and he had failed Her. But the Great Voice was not unkind, and she knew that the errors of Seth were rooted in the Curse of the Flesh, not his soul. She took pity upon his prone and abject form, and once again bestowed Her blessing. He began to change from within, metal replacing the primitive decay in order to preserve her child. "Behold." When he awoke, the Tree, previously without blemish or etching, now housed a font which the Divine ichor now could flow and Seth, at last, understood. ------ And thus began the worship of our Broken God, She who gave Seth the ichor to preserve us, Her most precious children from the curse of the Flesh. He healed those who cried out to the Tree in need, healing the sick and peace to those without rest. Through the miraculous sap of the Tree, with time Her children began to change, some fearful of the mechanisms which replaced their weakened and frail flesh, others grateful as the strength of the Tree became manifest on their skin. Seth brought assurance to Her children that this was the true Gift. Not to hide knowledge out of the fear of its danger, but to improve each life through Her divine mechanisms, to create the most perfect machine, mankind designed as a united Whole. And thus, they became as the Anvil which they once had thought to reforge Her shattered body, their faith the Hammer to bring witness to her power. {{**Hail Hakhama! Hail Sophia! Hail Mekhane!**}} [[div style="border:solid 1px #999999; background:#f2f2c2; padding:5px; margin-bottom: 10px;"]] [[=]] ##black|**You are currently viewing story 2 of 6.**## ##black|**[http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-heart-of-mekhane/offset/1 <<] | [http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-heart-of-mekhane/offset/1 1] | 2 | [http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-heart-of-mekhane/offset/3 3] | [http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-heart-of-mekhane/offset/4 4] | [http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-heart-of-mekhane/offset/5 5] | [http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-heart-of-mekhane/offset/6 6] | [http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-heart-of-mekhane/offset/3 >>]**## [[/=]] [[/div]]