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In search of peace, Lucas fell,

To The Alchemist, dark as hell.

A vial of bliss, a liquid curse,

He drank it all, for better or worse.

The world turned bright, no pain, just flight,

Colors danced and felt so right.

But shadows stirred, creeping slow,

In the dream where nothing grows.

Euphoria fades, the dark comes near,

The whispers rise, his name they sneer.

Trapped in place, paralyzed,

In the nightmare he realized.

Back to the room, but not alone,

The shadows now had found their home.

In every corner, eyes that gleam,

From the nightmare to the scream.

No more pills, no more escape,

The shadows grew with every scrape.

Their fingers cold, their breath like ice,

His soul was trapped, a final price.

He sought again the cursed man’s lair,

But found no one, just shadows there.

In the night, his body fell,

A silent scream, his soul to sell.

Now he roams, his face a ghost,

Haunted by the shadows' host.

Forever bound, his spirit cries,

The price he paid for fleeting highs.