Subject: SCP-3007-2GV, formerly known as E███ R█████. Subject is a 23-year-old Australian male, formerly an illustrator. Subject is notable for possessing an exceptional memory.

Supervising Personnel: Dr. ████.

Equipment: None.

Additional Notes: ██ exploration attempts have been conducted previously, but were largely unsuccessful due to the noncooperation of subjects. SCP-3007-2GV volunteered, expressing great desire in assisting the understanding and treatment of SCP-3007-1.

<BEGIN LOG (08:30, 14/07/20██)>

SCP-3007-2GV: Doctor? It's started. I'm in the city now.

Dr. ████: Can you see the pillar structure?

SCP-3007-2GV: Yes, it's not far. I think I can get there in under an hour if there are no problems.

Dr. ████: Please proceed as planned.

SCP-3007-2GV: Alright. Oh, God, this is confusing.

Irregular footsteps on metal is heard, echoing somewhat.

SCP-3007-2GV: Uh… almost fell off. It's weird not feeling anything in here. Okay. I think I'm good now.

Footsteps resume, now noticeably steadier. Subject occasionally slows, likely avoiding obstacles on the ground.

Dr. ████: Please describe your surroundings and notify us of any deviations from your previous observations.

SCP-3007-2GV: So far, it's all stuff that I've seen before. The buildings are kilometres high. I'm pretty sure they're made out of metal, like the surface I'm walking on right now. The bridges are everywhere, criss-crossing and joining like spider webs. They're mostly intact, so I can go from one to another as long as I'm careful. As for the time- the lighting's pretty good, so I think it's early mor-

There is a faint crunching noise, followed by the subject's cursing.

SCP-3007-2GV: Damn, stepped on his leg… Oh God, the smell. Thought I'd gotten used to it.

Footsteps resume, but the subject's breathing is heavy.

SCP-3007-2GV: There are more of those things littered around, but judging from the stink, it's a lot worse inside the buildings. I'd prefer not to go in there and just stay out in the open, is that alright?

Dr. ████: That's fine. Continue.

Subject progresses for fifteen minutes without much event. During this time, the subject's reports consist of observable damage done to the structures. All accounts are consistent with the ones given by previous subjects.

SCP-3007-2GV: I'm getting closer, but there are more weird things around here. There's a fighter jet with six wings that's crashed on a bridge beneath me. It's been hanging there for a while. [Pause] I can see the pilot in the cockpit. Fuck… He's split down the middle, one half hanging out of each side. My God, this place is seriously messed up.

Dr. ████: Are there other aircrafts?

SCP-3007-2GV: Yeah, they're all around and increasing. I don't think you've told me about this before, Doctor.

Dr. ████: No. You are the only subject who have ventured far enough to observe such an occurrence.

SCP-3007-2GV: Okay. Guess I should watch out then. Don't know what this place is going to throw at me next. Oh, and, the smell's getting a bit stronger. It's making me a bit sick.

Dr. ████: Interesting. Resume your course, please.

SCP-3007-2GV: If you say so.

Subject continues to report instances of damaged aircrafts, amounting to over forty identical ones within observable range. Twenty minutes later, the subject's footsteps begin to slow.

SCP-3007-2GV: Alright, I'm looking up at the pillar now. It's much larger than I thought. It's a cylinder, around forty meters thick. Maybe more.

Dr. ████: Are there any unusual features?

SCP-3007-2GV: Umm, I can see that it's got some colorful patches on it, probably decoration. There are some stairs wrapped around it, leading to the top. And the smell's… Oh God.

Dr. ████: What's wrong?

SCP-3007-2GV: The corpses. A whole goddamned crowd of them. They're gathered around the bottom, squished together. I can't even count how many there are… Jesus Christ…

Dr. ████: Please remain calm and assess the level of obstruction. Can you reach the staircase?

SCP-3007-2GV: Wait, are you- are you saying that I should go through them? I'm not going to do it. No way.

Dr. ████: Please continue. You have volunteered, haven't you?

SCP-3007-2GV: I didn't know I would be dealing with this!

Dr. ████: That is the purpose of this exploration, Mr. R█████. Currently, we lack sufficient information regarding these hallucinations, and we require your cooperation. You can help us find a treatment for your condition, and never have to visit this place again.

SCP-3007-2GV is silent for almost one minute.

SCP-3007-2GV: Fine, I'll try. Jus-just this once… This is insane.

The subject's breathing becomes labored and footsteps increase in frequency. Muffled crunching sounds are heard, along with the subject's swearing and occasional stumbling. After three minutes, these noises diminish. There is a series of rapid taps, followed by a heavy thump. Subject begins to gasp loudly.

SCP-3007-2GV: Jesus, never again… fuck…

There are momentary scraping noises, followed by a few slow steps.

Dr. ████: Mr. R█████? We don't know when the occurrence will end, so please refrain from delaying and ascend.

SCP-3007-2GV: Alright, I was going to. The further away from those things, the better. [Pause] Doctor? Those bodies. They're pressed together like they're climbing over each other to get to this pillar. And… and some of them, the ones that have heads, they're all facing up like they're staring straight at me. Or whatever's on the top of this thing. Fuck, it's freaky. I think I'll get going now.

Tapping sound restarts. Subject remains silent for several minutes. Gradually, a faint rushing sound emerges, presumably wind from the increased altitude.

SCP-3007-2GV: Doctor? This place makes me uneasy.

Dr. ████: Considering what you have seen, that is understandable.

SCP-3007-2GV: No, Doctor, you don't understand. It's not just the corpses and buildings. This place isn't normal. What happened here wasn't normal. I first thought that there was some kind of natural disaster, like an earthquake or meteor rain. Thought that was how this city got destroyed. But now that I'm up high, the whole place looks wrong.

Dr. ████: Why do you assume that?

SCP-3007-2GV: Well, from up here, I've been noticing something unusual about the buildings. They've not just been reduced to rubble or blown up. Some of them's been curled, cut into sections, or even squashed in parts, like clay. It's more like they've been deformed. Like they're wires that a kid took and bent into weird shapes.

Wind becomes more audible as the subject ascends.

SCP-3007-2GV: I think it's the same with the jets, and even the bodies. Most of those corpses had human features, like they used to be people. An earthquake wouldn't do that. It doesn't make sense. Whatever happened here, it didn't just destroy. It played with this place.

Dr. ████: Understood. Please proceed.

The wind gradually increases in volume. Footsteps pause.

SCP-3007-2GV: I've come across the first painting now. It's narrow and taller than I am. I can spot a few more around this pillar, right next to the stairs. It's like this whole thing was designed to show them.

Dr. ████: What does it depict?

SCP-3007-2GV: I think it might be telling some kind of story. There's a group of people in it, holding random objects. They're smiling, but other than that, their faces are blank. There's also a strange blue creature, but that might just be an exaggerated person. The lines in the background look like the buildings in this city. I can't be sure, though; the style's surreal and hard to describe. It's completely different from what I usually do, but I can try drawing them when I get back.

Dr. ████: Yes, that will certainly be helpful.

SCP-3007-2GV: Okay, I'll see if I can memorize the others, too.

Footsteps restart and continue for five minutes.

SCP-3007-2GV: I'm onto the second one. It's even more confusing than the first one, but I can make out some aircrafts. Six wings, like the ones I found a while ago.

No report for five minutes. The duration imply that the paintings are evenly spaced along the pillar.

SCP-3007-2GV: Jesus… this one's fucked up. It's got some of those corpse creatures in it, but they look like they're still alive. God, I can almost smell them again.

Dr. ████: It might just be your imagination. You have been disoriented and put under stress for the last fifty minutes, so it is perfectly normal to confuse illusions with reality.

SCP-3007-2GV: I don't know what's real anymore.

Five minute duration.

SCP-3007-2GV: There's that stench again. I've gotten away from the bodies, but it's not fading. Actually, it's getting closer.

Dr. ████: Please remain calm, Mr. R█████. You are perfectly safe, I assure you.

Five minute duration.

SCP-3007-2GV: This one… it shows people having lines coming out of their brains, and they're sort of linked to the pillar. You think one of them might be me?

Dr. ████: That is an interesting observation.

SCP-3007-2GV: Yeah, I think it might help figure out what this is all about. God… I can't take it anymore.

For the next five minutes, the subject mumbles incoherently under his breath while ascending.

SCP-3007-2GV: I've almost reached the end now, and the smell's getting really strong. Doctor, I don't know what's there, and I'm not sure if I want to find out.

Dr. ████: Mr. R█████, please continue. You have come this far.

SCP-3007-2GV: Doctor, I… Yeah, I suppose you're right. Better see it through.

The wind is loud now, almost muffling the subject's footfalls as he steps onto a different surface. Subject suddenly yells incoherently. There is a dull thud followed by shuffling noises.

SCP-3007-2GV: Oh my God… what the fuck is that? What the fuck is that! [Retches]

Crying is audible.

Dr. ████: What do you see?

SCP-3007-2GV: I don't fucking know. It's dried like all the other ones I've seen, but it's- it's huge! It's got a face ten times bigger than mine and the body oh God so many arms and it's missing chunks and it's curled- [Screams]

Dr. ████: Mr. R█████, please don't panic. It's dead, isn't it? It doesn't pose any danger towards you.

SCP-3007-2GV: No, Doctor, it's not just the corpse, it's the painting that it's lying on. The final one. I don't think it's finished but I can tell… Oh God… why is that there? It's a fucking [REDACTED - REFER TO ADDENDUM 4].

Dr. ████: Are you sure?

SCP-3007-2GV: Of course I am! Anyone would re-

Subject stops abruptly, and, after momentary confusion, reports that SCP-3007-1 has ended. Although in an emotionally unstable state, the subject says that he is able to recall the images with great clarity.

<END LOG (09:41, 14/07/20██)>

Closing Statement: Provided that SCP-3007-2GV's account is reliable, I believe that we will be able to obtain information regarding SCP-3007-3 from the images that he recreates. - Dr. ████