The universe was music before it was anything tangible. Time was measured without signature, and worlds formed from the power of boundless melody, creation in song. Within this crucible of worlds lies Tellure Grand, a land wide, young, and full with possibility. Here, power is being found in the notes of destruction. Warsingers. The world folds where Warsingers make music, each striking sword and flying arrow is accompanied by the strum of a harp or the lilting of an aria. Minds are molded, politics are changed, and ideologies bend in the wake of such music. The land is shaped by those who wield the ebb and flow of these powerful sonatas, and so power changes hands, and history is made. Now the era turns anew for Tellure Grand and her fledgling civilizations. Strains of glory hum against the strings; where baritones of tribulations rise. In the distance a bell tolls, a powerful noise that resonates with annihilation, striking with insidious fury. And the gods? Gods do not sing; they are the song.

=IMPORTANT= =This is a handbook for those working at The SCP Foundation= =The SCP Foundation experiments and captures strange Anomalies and Creatures= =information such as locations of SCP facilities and personnel working at the SCP Facilities will not be disclosed for security purposes=