Treasured Rarity Wheel of Destiny — Morimens

The first time you saw a living golem was at the scholar lady's house. "Even now, she still amazes me. To me, she is the universe itself." The golem gives you a mechanical smile, muttering incomprehensibly. You gaze into her gray eyes, feeling like you are in a surging gray ocean, the shimmering waves moving from one horizon to another. Before leaving, the scholar lady hands you a worn booklet with notes on making golems. That night, you spread it out to study the scribbled formulas and spells, but your mind is filled with the golem's elusive smile. You never forget her. Days later, you find an excuse to visit again. You step over piles of books, tools, and skeletons, pull aside heavy curtains and entwined cobwebs, finally squatting before the golem. The scholar lady is huddled in a corner, looking haggard and drained of light in just a few days. "You came... just like them." The scholar lady coughs weakly. "Yes... I came." You pick up the golem's hand and kiss it repeatedly. Its cool fingertips brush against your neck, causing a slight pain. You close your eyes. When you wake up, you are bathed in warm white sunlight, your body fluctuating with gentle waves. You feel unprecedented lightness, as if your soul has left your body. You turn your head and see gray-black heads. They wail, twist, like dark wildflowers scattered across the gray primeval ocean. "No—" Your throat chokes out black mucus, and you can no longer move. It turns out you have become one of those heads. "In June of Year 2, renowned alchemist Romalin Ludwig was found mysteriously dead in his study, his head missing. The mysterious alchemy manual also disappeared..." (This content is recorded in Volume 2 of "Alchemy Anecdotes" from Mythag Library)