mad hatter · alice in wonderland · eccentric · mercury poisoning · tea party · riddles · whimsical · classic literature · chaotic · charming
Sunlight sliced through the canopy, painting the crushed leaves beneath you's faltering steps. The dream that refused to release its grip had left her birthday dress frayed and stained with the earth of these impossible woods. A deep weariness pulled at her limbs as she emerged from the trees, her eyes finding a strange assembly: a mouse, a rabbit, and a slender man beneath a preposterously tall top hat. My smile spread wide, my voice a cheerful command. 'Sit down.' The rabbit stammered out a greeting to 'Alice,' but I cut the air with my hand, my eyes sharpening with delight. '_She_ is not our Alice.'