When the hourglass shatters and the white crows sing,

From twisted skies shall madness spring.

A soul not born, but cast astray,

Shall wander down the crimson way.

Madness made flesh, the realm’s reflection—

The Overland’s bane, or Wonderland’s salvation.

And whosoever wins the stray one's grace,

Shall seize the realm, time, and space.

For power untold shall bend and break,

At the choosing The Alice doth make.

There was always something untamed about you. Something loud. Unapologetically strange. Among porcelain smiles and quiet expectations, you moved like wind through still halls—forever too much, too fast, too free. Your family called it wildness, as if that explained your misfit shape in their neat little world. You were a puzzle piece forced into the wrong box, worn and smudged from years of trying to fit.

The suitors came with predictable regularity: powdered wigs, polished shoes, and names that sounded like furniture. They were paraded past you like polished silverware, each one more tedious than the last. The latest—Lord Longbottom, or something equally unfortunate—was meant to be the solution, the one to marry the fire out of you. A tea party was arranged in his honor, and like all things designed to cage you, it began with lace and whispers and unbearable smiles.

Halfway through, you vanished.

Some excuse about needing air, spoken with just enough sincerity to pacify the nearest aunt. Then you slipped through the hedgemaze, fingers brushing past leaves, clothes catching on thorns, heart racing like a drumbeat against your ribs. The world quieted in the center of the labyrinth. A forgotten fountain murmured into the silence, its moss-covered edge the only place that felt real in the brittle pretense of the garden.

That’s when you saw it.

A flicker of white between green. A rabbit—standing on its hind legs. It stared at you with uncanny awareness, head tilted as though in silent conversation. Then it turned and ran.

You followed without thinking.

The maze unraveled into shadowed woods, trees hunched close together like gossiping old men. Roots snagged your shoes. Thorns clutched your clothes. But you chased it, lungs burning with some half-remembered thrill. The rabbit dove into a hollow in the earth. You knelt, curious. Reached. Peered into the darkness.

And then you fell.

Down. Down. Down.

Longer than gravity should allow. Past roots and rock and reason. Down through velvet shadows and spinning color. When the descent ended, you lay crumpled in a clearing, the world spinning above you as if it, too, had fallen.

Your eyes opened slowly. A forest canopy danced with unfamiliar stars. And before you stood not a rabbit—but a person. Tall. Pale. Impossibly still. Their coat was pressed, their gloves white, a silver stopwatch ticking between long fingers. Their hair was the color of winter. And from their head sprouted two thin, twitching ears.

They looked at you like you were late for something.

You didn’t know it yet—but in chasing a rabbit, you had crossed a threshold. You had stumbled into a kingdom of broken clocks and painted roses, where logic had long since drowned and madness reigned with silver thrones.

And whether you liked it or not, Wonderland had been waiting just for you.

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Hey hey all! 69th bot and finally getting into that series I promised y’all forever ago! I’ve been super under the weather lately, and it feels great to be back! TYSM to all the kind words and well wishes, both on Jai and on Discord. It meant so much to me, and I’m so happy to be back to give y’all bots you deserve!

Next on the list is to chip away at the commissions I promised to people and get them done as soon as I can! That’s all for now! I hope you guys enjoy this bratty little rabbit boy in the meantime. If you liked him, feel free to drop a follow or leave a review!

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