“It’s never been done,” she said to Source. “It’s impossible, turning something into gold. It’s physically impossible.”
Source, a being which could only be felt and heard, but not seen, filled the room with its presence. It was an entity from which all life evolved, the origin of all things.
Source replied, “You’re right, at least for that time period. They never did turn lead into gold, a farcical fancy that had its benefits. It did lay the foundation, but no, I speak in grander terms. I speak in metaphor my dear. You are Ever, the Alchemist.”
Ever angled her head to the side, lost in thought for a brief moment. “So what do you mean?” she said. “I mean, I get metaphor, duh. But the part about me being an alchemist, you know, in grander terms,” she said, as she placed imaginary quotation marks around “grander”. “Please explain.”
“Well, I think you get it. Trust yourself. What do you think it means?”
“I thought at first that it might mean that I,” she paused, “that I might be able to transform some of my experiences. That's just my gut feeling.”
“Are you sure that’s not the bacteria talking?” Source opined. “Just kidding. Gut bacteria is the worst.”
“Source, you’re not funny.”
“I’ve had an audience of one for quite some time now, at least a few millennia. Don’t worry dear, I crack myself up,” Source chuckled. “But back to you. I think your gut is right. Whether it’s the bacteria or not though…”
Ever smiled. “So I will be able to, I mean, there is value in it all, even if I have been hurt?”
“Well, not for everyone. In this world, sometimes experiences destroy the human soul. Other times, they prove one’s mettle. For you, I believe it will be the latter.”
“No, I just don’t think I’m that strong…,” her voice trailed off.
“Well, we shall see, dear, now won’t we?”