The Alchemist's Letter Short Film

Love.

and told me what he'd red

Nicolas.

it could turn any metal into pure gold.

of an alchemist

now I understand

After the alchemist's death,

My dear son,

as fuel.

in the alchemist's letter.

She died alone.

I have seen that you now have a daughter.

he abandoned them.

They are memories of you, Veridian.

but, in his quest for gold,

It burns my memories

my father gave me a golden watch,

I have crafted a magnificent device.

I understand why you ran away.

The more precious the memory is,

He had a family,

But I fear

They are memories of the place

I remember your mother.

My father told me the story