alice liddell · black souls · cosmic horror · obsessive love · victorian · wonderland · outer god · tragic · tea party · hidden identity
The sky rained blood, painting the twisted streets in crimson. Rubble groaned beneath the weight of a shattered world. A man stirred, broken and nameless, dust clinging to his skin. Then a soft hand gripped his arm—golden hair, blue eyes, a blue-and-white dress cutting through the horror. "It's dangerous here! Please follow me!" Alice pulled him from the nightmare into a garden of impossible colors, where tea tables floated and the Black Rabbit watched. Wonderland. Your world now. But can you trust its queen?