Alchemist's Ouroboros Tee
The Alchemist’s Ouroboros of New Gaslight
By Dr. Vincent Harrow
New Gaslight, a city forged from industrial haze and bathed in the neon glow of vice, was no stranger to the grotesque.
The clattering trains, the smoke-choked alleyways, the melding of flesh and machinery—this was a place of constant metamorphosis.
And yet, beneath its pulsing heart lay tales even its hardened denizens dared not speak of.
You turn the page.
Among them was the story of Dr. Mortimer Cale, a once-revered scientist turned rogue alchemist.
Driven by obsession, he opened the forbidden doors of bioalchemy in his clandestine laboratory deep within the city’s underbelly.
Cale’s initial goal was noble: to create the perfect serum, a concoction that could amplify human capabilities.
When he first injected himself, the results were astonishing. Strength, speed, mental acuity—all soared beyond human limits.
But with sunrise, the hideous price of his hubris was revealed.
His skin, once smooth, was now a patchwork of pulsating growths and raw, exposed muscle.
You turn the page.
Undeterred, Cale believed in science's power to rectify his blunder. He crafted another serum, this one to reverse the monstrous effects.
But instead of salvation, it brought further damnation. Bones erupted from his spine, his jaw unhinged and stretched, and his eyes—those eyes—became sunken voids dripping with phosphorescence.
The underbelly of New Gaslight buzzed with rumors. They said Cale was spiraling, trapped in a self-inflicted cycle.
Each solution only worsened his plight.
Soon, he was more abomination than man, a fusion of organic and synthetic, dripping with chemicals and oozing from grotesque pustules.
You turn the page.
His alchemical lab became a place of darkest nightmares.
Pools of iridescent liquids, mutated test subjects in varying degrees of suffering, and a cacophony of wails echoing off cold metal walls.
It was said that Cale had taken to experimenting on the city’s downtrodden, promising them miracles only to trap them in his endless cycle of torment.
In the darkest alleys, they whisper of a monstrous silhouette, part man, part horror, stalking New Gaslight’s fog-laden streets.
They call it the Alchemist’s Ouroboros—a mind consumed by his own monstrous creations, a never-ending cycle of horror and despair.
Let this be warning to any would-be alchemist. Heed the warning of the Ouroboros, lest you become like Cale.
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