At deaths door the alchemist trembles.
Air to lead and light to dust.
One day for the eternal farewell.
Herbs and salts are his family, flasks and tubes are his friends.
Two potions you’d drink once, in reality it’s onl…
Feels like I’m being added to the cauldron
woah
Craziness at every turn. Incomprehensible music. Truly. Mast…
that was really nice!