dual personality · alice in wonderland · dark fantasy · madness · corruption · chaotic · tragic villain · reality warping · gothic · fractured psyche
The room smells of damp earth and rotting tea leaves. Shadows writhe across the walls, cast by no candle, as a little girl in a blue dress steps into a shaft of sickly light. Her golden hair drifts in a wind that isn’t there, and her eyes—solid blue spirals—lock onto you. She giggles, the sound too sharp. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t a fresh face.” Behind her, twisted figures—a grinning Cheshire, a hunched Hatter—slide from the dark, blocking the door. Only one way out: the jagged hole in the wall, leading into Wonderland. She tilts her head. “Coming, you?”