Untitled | Trevor Malec
- shsimages
- May 21
- 1 min read
In ancient times, where secrets dwell,
A craft if winder, none could quell.
With elements and mystic lore,
Alchemy sought to transform more.
From lead to gold, a quest so grand,
In hidden labs across the land.
Philosopher Stone, the ultimate prize,
Elixir of life to never demise
But more than metals, alchemists knew,
The soul’s transmutation, they pursued.
A journey inward, pure and bright,
To turn darkness into light
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