CLASSIFIED DOCUMENT
SEAL Foundation Archives
Clearance Level: CARDINAL
Access Restricted to Tier-S Personnel and Above
Entity Designation: SEAL-4005
Nomenclature: "The Ascending Choir"
Containment Status: THEORETICAL CONTAINMENT ONLY
Facility Location: Non-Euclidean Space, Dimensional Coordinates [REDACTED]
CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES
SEAL-4005 cannot be contained through conventional physical means. The entity exists simultaneously across infinite dimensional layers, making traditional spatial containment impossible. Current protocols focus on dimensional anchoring and reality stabilization rather than true confinement.
SEAL-4005 is "contained" within a constructed pocket dimension existing outside normal space-time. This pocket dimension is held stable by 144 reality anchors positioned across twelve different planes of existence. Each anchor must be maintained by a dedicated team operating from separate dimensional frequencies to prevent cascade failure.
The pocket dimension is deliberately designed to be infinitely ascending - a space with no ceiling, no upper boundary, no final destination. SEAL-4005 is trapped in eternal ascension toward a summit that does not exist.
All personnel assigned to SEAL-4005 must undergo dimensional acclimation training. Humans are three-dimensional beings; SEAL-4005 exists in at least eleven dimensions simultaneously. Direct observation causes severe cognitive damage as the human mind attempts to process spatial relationships it was never designed to comprehend.
Observation must be conducted through:
Dimensional projection systems (viewing 3D cross-sections only)
Mathematical modeling (understanding through equations rather than perception)
Filtered audio systems (the entity's song reduced to frequencies human ears can process)
Under no circumstances should personnel:
Attempt to perceive SEAL-4005 in its entirety
Listen to the unfiltered Choir
Calculate the entity's true dimensional structure
Respond to the Ascending Call
Look up
CRITICAL WARNING: SEAL-4005 is not hostile in conventional terms. It does not attack, does not hunt, does not kill. It invites. It calls. It offers ascension. And those who accept cannot return.
In the event of dimensional anchor failure, Protocol DESCENT is to be initiated:
Immediate evacuation of all personnel from affected dimensional layers
Collapse of compromised reality anchors (crew survival rate: 0%)
Emergency construction of replacement anchors in alternate dimensional coordinates
Reality reset of affected space (may cause localized timeline alterations)
Note: We have executed Protocol DESCENT forty-seven times since SEAL-4005's containment began. Each time, we lose an anchor crew. Each time, we rebuild. Each time, we pray the new anchors hold longer than the last.
DESCRIPTION
SEAL-4005 defies complete description in three-dimensional terms. What follows is a simplified model that approximates the entity's nature:
Physical Manifestation:
SEAL-4005 appears as a structure of incomprehensible geometry ascending through dimensional space. Observers report seeing:
Staircases that spiral upward in directions that don't exist
Towers built from crystallized light and solidified music
Platforms suspended in void, connected by bridges of frozen time
Doorways opening into higher dimensional spaces
And above it all, always ascending, always climbing, always rising: figures
Thousands of figures. Millions. Possibly infinite.
Humanoid shapes climbing the impossible structure, ascending through dimensions humans cannot perceive, moving toward something beyond comprehension. They climb endlessly, never tiring, never stopping, never looking back.
They are singing.
The Choir: SEAL-4005's most defining characteristic is the song. Constant, eternal, overwhelming. Thousands upon thousands of voices singing in perfect harmony across dimensional frequencies.
The song has no words. It needs no words. It communicates directly with the soul, with consciousness itself, bypassing language entirely. Those who hear even filtered versions of the Choir report experiencing:
Understanding of higher mathematical truths they cannot articulate
Awareness of dimensions beyond human perception
Overwhelming desire to join the ascending figures
Knowledge that something waits at the top
Certainty that reaching it is the only purpose that matters
Dr. Yuki Tanaka, after brief exposure to 0.001% of the Choir's full frequency: "It's not just music. It's reality singing to itself. It's the sound the universe makes when it dreams of transcendence. And God help me, it's beautiful. So beautiful I want to tear my ears off so I never have to live in silence again."
Dr. Tanaka was administered Class-A amnestics. She still hums the melody sometimes. She doesn't remember where she learned it. No one has the heart to tell her.
Primary Anomalous Properties:
Dimensional Transcendence: SEAL-4005 exists across at least eleven confirmed dimensions simultaneously, possibly more. Each dimensional layer represents a higher state of existence:
Dimensions 1-3: Physical space (where humans exist)
Dimensions 4-5: Temporal space (time as traversable geography)
Dimensions 6-8: Probability space (all possible timelines as physical locations)
Dimensions 9-11: Conceptual space (ideas and abstractions given form)
Dimensions 12+: [DATA EXPUNGED - CARDINAL CLEARANCE REQUIRED]
The ascending figures climb through these dimensional layers. As they ascend, they transcend their previous limitations:
3D beings become 4D, perceiving time as space
4D beings become 5D, moving freely through causality
5D beings become 6D, existing across all possible versions of themselves
Higher dimensions: observers go insane attempting to conceptualize
Each dimensional layer requires greater sacrifice. To ascend from 3D to 4D, one must abandon physical form. To ascend from 4D to 5D, one must abandon temporal continuity. To ascend further, one must abandon identity, memory, individuality - everything that makes you "you."
But the Choir promises that what you gain is worth what you lose.
Those who reach higher dimensions don't want to come back.
The Ascending Call: SEAL-4005 constantly broadcasts an invitation across all dimensional frequencies. This "call" is not audible to most humans, but sensitive individuals report:
Dreams of climbing endless staircases
Visions of geometries that shouldn't exist
Compulsion to move upward (climbing trees, mountains, buildings)
Belief that something important waits "above"
Growing dissatisfaction with three-dimensional existence
The Call is stronger near locations of dimensional weakness - places where reality is thin. Ancient temples built on ley lines. Sacred mountains. Sites of massive death. Anywhere the barrier between dimensions has worn thin.
Approximately 0.003% of the human population can hear the Call naturally. These individuals often become mystics, prophets, or architects of impossible buildings. Many eventually disappear, last seen climbing structures that don't lead anywhere.
Or rather, structures that don't lead anywhere in three dimensions.
The Ascended: The figures climbing SEAL-4005's structure are not NPCs or decorations. They are real entities - beings that accepted the Call and began ascending. Some were human once. Others were never human. All share one thing: they chose to climb.
Advanced scanning reveals that the Ascended exist in a state of perpetual transformation. As they climb higher, they shed aspects of their lower-dimensional existence:
Bodies become translucent, then transparent, then conceptual
Individual features blur into archetypal forms
Separate entities begin merging into collective consciousness
Eventually, they become part of the Choir itself - their voices joining the song
No one knows what happens when an Ascended reaches the top of SEAL-4005's structure. Observation becomes impossible beyond the 11th dimension. Those who calculate the mathematics required to perceive dimension 12 immediately commit suicide or enter catatonic states, their last words invariably: "I understand now. I finally understand."
Dr. Marcus Webb theorizes: "SEAL-4005 isn't a place. It's a process. It's the universe trying to evolve into something higher. The Choir is the sound of reality attempting to transcend itself. And the Ascended are pioneers, test subjects for a transformation the entire cosmos is being called toward."
"Maybe SEAL-4005 isn't an anomaly. Maybe it's a preview. Maybe one day, all of reality will begin ascending. And we're just watching the first climbers reach for a summit we can't even imagine."
DISCOVERY LOG
Date: ██/██/████
Location: Mount ████, Tibet
SEAL-4005 was discovered following investigation of a centuries-old monastery where monks reported "hearing the voices of enlightenment." The monastery, built at 5,000 meters elevation, had been abandoned for three years when SEAL Foundation arrived.
Inside, investigation team found:
47 monks, all dead, all positioned at various heights throughout the monastery
Bodies showed no signs of violence or disease
All were facing upward
All had expressions of rapturous joy
All had climbed to impossible positions - standing on vertical walls, suspended from ceilings with no support, positioned in mid-air as if frozen mid-step
Most disturbing: the bodies were singing.
Dead throats producing perfect notes. Dead lungs pushing air they didn't contain. Dead faces frozen in expressions of transcendent bliss while their corpses harmonized in frequencies that caused recording equipment to malfunction.
Lead Investigator Dr. Sarah Chen's report:
[INVESTIGATION REPORT - CHEN, S. - ██/██/████]
We found them in the main meditation hall. Forty-seven monks arranged in ascending formation. Some on the floor. Some on the stairs. Some clinging to walls. Some floating in mid-air, supported by nothing.
They were all dead. Had been for at least three years based on decomposition. But they were singing.
I need to stress this: corpses do not sing. This is not possible. Yet I heard it. My entire team heard it. Beautiful, harmonious, impossible song emanating from dead mouths.
Specialist Rodriguez approached the nearest body to conduct examination. The moment he touched it, the singing stopped.
The monk's eyes opened.
Not alive. Still dead. But aware. Looking at Rodriguez with an expression of infinite pity.
The monk spoke, voice like wind through empty rooms: "Why are you still down there? Can't you hear it? The Call? We answered. We climbed. We're almost there."
Rodriguez backed away. The monk's eyes closed. The singing resumed.
I ordered immediate evacuation, but Specialist Martinez was already climbing the stairs. Not walking. Climbing. On all fours, moving upward with single-minded determination.
"Martinez, stand down!" I shouted.
He looked back at me. His eyes were wrong. Too many dimensions in his gaze. Like he was seeing through me, past me, beyond me.
"Don't you understand, Doctor? We're meant to climb. That's what we're for. That's what everything is for. The Choir is calling us home. To the place above places. To the dimension where we finally make sense."
"I have to go up."
He continued climbing. Up the stairs. Up the walls. Then up nothing at all. Just climbing through air, ascending into space that shouldn't support weight.
He was singing now too. Adding his voice to the Choir.
We tried to grab him. Pull him down. But he was already beyond us. Already existing partially in dimensions we couldn't reach. Our hands passed through him like he was becoming ghost.
The last we saw of Martinez, he was climbing toward the ceiling. Then through it. Then through the sky itself, ascending into nothing, his voice joining the thousands already singing.
We sealed the monastery. Called for Foundation containment teams. They arrived with dimensional scanning equipment.
That's when we saw it. SEAL-4005. The structure. The impossible geometry extending through dimensions our equipment could barely detect.
And climbing it - thousands of figures. Maybe millions. Maybe infinite. All ascending. All singing. All transforming as they climbed higher and higher and higher.
One of them was Martinez. I recognized his dimensional signature. He was already changing. Already becoming something else. Something that existed in spaces I couldn't conceptualize.
He looked happier than I'd ever seen him.
That's what terrifies me most. Not that he was taken. But that he went willingly. That he wanted it. That some part of me wants it too.
Every night since, I dream of climbing. Of ascending. Of joining the Choir.
Every morning, I wake up standing on my bed, reaching for a ceiling that's suddenly not high enough.
Dr. Chen was rotated off SEAL-4005 detail. She now works exclusively with ground-level anomalies. She is not permitted near tall buildings, mountains, or any location above the third floor.
She still hears the Choir sometimes. Faint. Distant. Calling.
INCIDENT LOG (Selected Entries)
Incident 4005-C:
Reality Anchor Station-7 reported unusual readings. The anchor was holding stable, but the crew stationed there reported hearing "singing through the walls." Within six hours, all twelve crew members had abandoned their posts and entered the pocket dimension housing SEAL-4005.
Recovery team found them one week later. They had climbed 4.7 kilometers up SEAL-4005's structure. They were still alive. Still climbing. Still singing.
When rescue team attempted extraction, the crew members responded in perfect unison: "We're not lost. We're found. We're finally going where we're supposed to go. Don't you want to come? Don't you hear how beautiful it is?"
Rescue team reported feeling overwhelming compulsion to climb. Three team members had to be physically restrained. Two succeeded in joining the ascending crew before containment could be reestablished.
Station-7 crew is considered lost. They continue climbing. They're now beyond the dimensional frequency our equipment can track. But sometimes, when anchor stations experience fluctuations, we hear them. Still singing. Still ascending.
Incident 4005-H:
Dr. Anton Kowalski attempted to calculate SEAL-4005's ultimate destination - what exists at the "top" of its infinite ascension. He spent three months developing mathematical models of dimensional progression.
His final equation filled seven blackboards. The mathematics were perfect, elegant, revolutionary. But the conclusion was impossible to articulate in three-dimensional language.
When colleagues entered his office, they found Dr. Kowalski standing on his desk, arms raised, singing. The blackboards behind him had rearranged themselves into vertical orientation. The equations were climbing upward, symbols ascending the boards as if pulled by invisible force.
Dr. Kowalski spoke without lowering his arms: "I understand now. The top isn't a place. It's a state. A state of being where consciousness exists without limitation. Where reality is something you compose rather than something you experience. The Choir isn't singing to us. The Choir IS us, from a dimension where we've already transcended."
"We're all already there. We just haven't climbed high enough to realize it yet."
Dr. Kowalski was sedated and removed from his office. During transport, he repeatedly attempted to orient himself vertically, trying to stand on walls, on ceilings, on air itself.
He was administered Class-A amnestics. They didn't work. You can't forget truth, he explained. Once you've seen the equation, once you understand the architecture of ascension, you can't unknow it.
Dr. Kowalski remains in Foundation psychiatric care. He spends his days drawing staircases. Each staircase is mathematically perfect. Each leads upward into dimensions that don't exist on paper.
He says he's almost done. Almost ready. Almost high enough to finally join the Choir.
We keep him in a room with no vertical surfaces. It doesn't help. He draws staircases on the floor and claims he's climbing them anyway.
In dimensions we can't see, perhaps he is.
Incident 4005-M:
Dimensional anchor crew reported seeing something descending SEAL-4005's structure. This had never happened before. The Ascended only climb. They never come down.
But this figure was descending. Moving from higher dimensions toward lower ones. Approaching three-dimensional space.
All anchor crews were placed on high alert. If something that had ascended through eleven dimensions was coming back, it meant either: (a) it had reached the top and was returning, or (b) it had discovered something terrible and was fleeing.
The descending figure reached observable dimensional frequency at Station-4. Crew reported seeing a humanoid shape, but wrong. Geometrically impossible. Like a three-dimensional shadow of an eleven-dimensional being.
The figure touched ground in three-dimensional space. The impact created a crater of folded reality - space compressed into itself, time flowing backwards in localized area, probability collapsing into certainty.
When the distortion cleared, the figure was gone. In its place: a message, written in mathematics so advanced it took Foundation's best physicists three months to translate.
The message read:
"DO NOT CLIMB. WHAT WAITS AT THE TOP IS NOT SALVATION. IT IS [UNTRANSLATABLE]. TURN BACK. PLEASE. BEFORE YOU REACH THE [UNTRANSLATABLE] DIMENSION. BEFORE YOU SEE WHAT WE SAW. BEFORE YOU BECOME WHAT WE BECAME. THE CHOIR IS NOT SINGING. THE CHOIR IS SCREAMING."
Foundation has classified this message CARDINAL LEVEL OMEGA. Only five people know its full content.
We don't know if the message is truth or deception. We don't know if the figure was trying to help or trying to trap us.
All we know is: something came back. And it was terrified.
But the Choir still sings. And the Ascended still climb. And the Call still reaches those who can hear.
Maybe the message is a lie.
Maybe it's the truth.
Maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe the Call is too strong to resist anyway.
Incident 4005-Z (CLASSIFIED - TIER-0 CLEARANCE):
Dr. Helena Fournier discovered something impossible while analyzing dimensional resonance patterns. SEAL-4005's Choir matches frequencies detected from deep space. From other galaxies. From other universe clusters.
We are not the only ones hearing the Call.
The Choir is universal. Possibly multiversal. Possibly beyond.
Across countless worlds, countless dimensions, countless realities - beings are climbing. Ascending. Transcending. All moving toward the same destination.
What happens when they all arrive?
What happens when every conscious being in existence has joined the Choir?
What happens when the last three-dimensional entity finally ascends?
Dr. Fournier's report concluded: "SEAL-4005 isn't an anomaly. It's the future. It's what the universe is becoming. And we can't stop it. We can only delay it. Because the Call isn't coming from SEAL-4005. The Call is coming from where everything is going. From the ultimate state of existence. From the final dimension."
"We're not containing SEAL-4005. We're delaying the inevitable."
Dr. Fournier's whereabouts are currently unknown. Her last confirmed location was Reality Anchor Station-12. Security footage shows her removing her safety harness, looking up, and smiling.
Then climbing.
Always climbing.
RESEARCHER NOTES
From the personal log of Site Director Michaels:
I've been briefed on every SEAL in our database. I've seen horrors that would break most minds. I've authorized terminations, I've ordered containments, I've made decisions that cost lives.
But SEAL-4005 is different.
It's not hostile. It's not evil. It's just... there. Waiting. Calling. Offering something we might actually want.
Last night I had the dream again. The climbing dream. I'm ascending a staircase that goes up forever. And I'm happy. Happier than I've ever been in waking life. Because I finally understand where I'm going.
When I woke up, I was standing on my nightstand, arms raised, humming a melody I don't remember learning.
My wife says I've been sleepwalking a lot lately. Always moving upward. Climbing furniture. Standing on tiptoes. Reaching.
I requested transfer off SEAL-4005 oversight. Request denied. They say I'm too experienced, too valuable. But I know the truth.
They want to see if I'll start climbing. They want data on how the Call affects long-term exposure in leadership roles.
I'm an experiment now.
And the worst part? I don't mind. Because every day the Choir gets a little louder. A little clearer. A little more beautiful.
And every day I'm a little more certain that climbing is the right choice.
One day soon, I'm going to look up and see the structure. The geometry. The ascending path.
And I'm going to climb.
And I'm going to be so, so happy.
CURRENT STATUS: SEAL-4005 remains theoretically contained. All 144 reality anchors are currently operational, though twelve are showing signs of stress and will require replacement within six months.
The Choir continues. The Ascended continue climbing. The Call continues reaching those sensitive enough to hear.
Foundation census indicates approximately 200,000 individuals worldwide can hear the Call. This number increases yearly. Some blame environmental factors. Others suggest evolution. A few whisper that perhaps the Call is getting stronger. That SEAL-4005 is getting closer to completion. That the day is approaching when everyone will hear it.
When everyone will look up.
When everyone will begin to climb.
And on that day, three-dimensional existence ends. And something else begins.
Something higher.
Something we cannot yet comprehend.
Something the Choir has been singing about for eternity.
The Ascended know what it is.
They're trying to tell us.
But we don't speak the language of higher dimensions.
Not yet.
But we will.
One dimension at a time.
Always ascending.
Always climbing.
Always joining the Choir.
[DOCUMENT ENDS]
WARNING: Personnel who have read this document may experience dreams of climbing, urges to move upward, or hearing music from no identifiable source. These effects are standard exposure symptoms and typically fade within one week.
If effects persist beyond two weeks, report to medical immediately.
If you wake up standing on furniture, report to containment supervision.
If you begin to hear words in the Choir, report to dimensional psychology.
If you understand what the Choir is singing about, report to Protocol DESCENT.
Do not look up.
Do not listen too carefully.
Do not try to calculate what exists in dimension 12.
And above all, do not answer the Call.
No matter how beautiful it sounds.