SCP #[REDACTED] The Sage Collector: The Object Of Your Desires Wants To Interview You? (Patreon)

SCP Foundation personnel approached you while you were out under the warm afternoon sun admiring a spread of incredibly rare orchids you'd coaxed into bloom in a specially crafted flower bed. 

These scientists, researchers, or whatever they called themselves prattled on about their interest in you while you barely registered their existence. 

They didn't interest you, but the photo in one of their personal phones did. It was just a glimpse but that's all you ever need once your interest is piqued.

There was no time to waste. 

Knowing what would come next, you said whatever was necessary to hurry them off your property. 

Within moments, your innate powers would take hold, a powerful temptation already swelling in your chest. Your eyes would slide shut and for the briefest moment, as you straddled the line between reality and the ever-churning whirlpool of knowledge that raged within your subconsciousness, you focused on that young, bespectacled woman's gentle expression.

Your life was dedicated to collecting the rare and the beautiful, not because you liked to, but because the gnawing ache in the back of your mind wouldn't abate until you did.

And you'd do anything to make that pain stop.

Anything.

Or so you thought until you met Miss Laura Hart.