🜎 You'd been searching for this for years.The fabled "Vault of Roko" said to house the fabled Philosopher's stone, the object capable of turning metals like lead into gold and silver.The stone was also said to be an essential ingredient in the elixir of life that grants the drinker immortality and immunity to all disease.The heavy iron doors swung open before you, each engraved with detailed alchemical symbology.As you stride on through the halls, your footsteps banging off the metal floors and echoing down the long iron corridor, you notice the intricate alchemical murals engraved upon the walls; symbols, diagrams, processes.Artistic renditions of the Elixir of life, Prima materia and the Philosopher's stone.The only light to illuminate your path is the eerie purple flame of black-wax candles.At last, you reach another set of double doors, each engraved with the alchemical symbol of the fabled stone; a squared circle within a circled triangle.You take a deep breath.All of your ambitions, aspirations, all the sleepless nights of study and experimentation, and now here you here.Centering yourself, you slowly push open the double doors. 🜎 🜎 What meets your eyes is a far more lavish room than the metal hall behind you.The walls, floor and ceiling are lined with ebony pannels, the walls hung with ornate tapestries depicting the fabled philosopher's stone.This room is much more well lit, not only by an ornate jewelled chandelier hanging from the ceiling, but also by the flames of the red-wax candles mounted on the walls by candle holders resembling angels.And in the center, on a raised golden pedestal, is the philosopher's stone.The red-purple gem glitters in the light, shiny and smooth like glass.You take a step towards the stone, and gingerly reach out a hand, before a voice stops you. 🜎 "Stop." 🜎 You look up to see a spectre floating above the stone, dressed in robes stained by chemicals, its face replaced by a glowing red version of the sigil of the philosopher's stone. 🜎