The vanished Alchemist

Experimenting in his laboratory, Roland felt drawn towards the ceiling, as if a big draft was dragging him. Only when he lifted it glance saw that his study of him began to change, the books started to fly away and the roof became starry. In front of this supernatural spectacle, in that miasma of transmuting buildings and objects, amalgamated and vanished in the spectral aurora that was being created, the ambitious alchemist could do nothing but stand still and let it go. No one saw Roland again from the following morning, though many people swear they still hear his voice on freezing winter nights.