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Leaf Collection #52:

Leaf Collection #80:

Leaf Collection #14:

A cut piece of fruit pulp:

Old Zhang's work was simple: clearing fallen leaves, making rubbings of the leaves, and finally sending the data to the Foundation databases.

He could not explain what these fallen leaves looked like, nor how he could differentiate them from ordinary leaves. He quietly stuck to that unique inspiration of his, searching for leaves.

Of course, once in a while, he would come across a fallen flower or two. Compared to the words in the leaves, the words in the flowers were more connected, and stimulated his imagination more. He know that stories that had not yet been born were hidden inside each flower, but all the flowers that fell into his hands had been broken by the rain.

Sometimes, Old Zhang would say that it was because he had seen that tree that he was able to tell the unique flowers and leaves from that tree from others. But his coworkers would always say that Old Zhang was just boasting, because once you asked him what that tree looked like exactly, he wouldn't be able to say anything, only mumble and gesture incoherently. But even so, no one doubted his acumen for these fallen leaves and flowers, or even the passing of the four seasons — look, there would always be a time when Old Zhang sat in front of his computer, looked at the rubbings made from fallen leaves, sighed and said, "Autumn is soon to be over, and winter is coming. Ah, the nights will become longer… and time will slow…"

After that, he would wrap up every last leaf and flower he'd spent his time collecting and send it to you.

Record regarding "Silent Winter" scenario by Researcher O.Z.:

Before I joined the Foundation, when I lived in the Wanderers' Library, I occasionally encountered that… entity, that SCP-CN-3508.

It was so strange, strange enough that all known language would be ineffective before it. SCP-CN-3508 might be a conceptual anomaly, which can't be recorded in any way, but it wasn't really antimemetic in the strict sense, since I could feel it.

It was like a tree, growing in the middle of the library, its roots reaching deep into history and generations of collective memory, absorbing words and growing leaves and flowers as it did so.

The librarian would say that its time is our time, and its lifespan is our lifespan. In spring and summer its leaves would flourish and its flowers would bloom, and occasionally someone would come with pollen, so that it would bear fruit in autumn. And when autumn came, the fruits would fall into the soil, and it would survive a short winter, and once again it would be spring. If no one came bearing pollen, then it would stay in winter for a long time.

In winter, life shrivels and freezes over. Everything goes silent; even a groan is swallowed by the snow. This is the "Silent Winter" pseudo-end-of-the-world scenario — when the universe reverses the increase of entropy, and even time ever so slowly decelerates. Until that moment when everything is frozen solid, there will be no further life. In the end, the whole universe will be wiped off, as if it had been forgotten.

This is the worst case. But based on the Library's record of 3508's seasons, fewer and fewer people have come bringing pollen, and the winters have grown longer and longer.

It is just as you see. In order to prevent the winters from becoming too long, we collected the flowers and leaves of summer and the fruit and soil of autumn, all so that we could launch them, to present them to you at that very last moment before the snow sealed us in.

To all the swn-001 entities who have read up to this point: the pollination is complete, and we thank you for your participation. Spring will come because of your existence.

If you are worried that the pollination has failed, please read the record about summer again. Then go on with your life, and silently wait for your flower to bloom.