How Many Alices Make an Ending/26

Every cinematic and acoustic beat — a minute in time, a forever in feeling — yet I captured them all before they thinned away, unwitnessed by the future Alice.

The forever feeling, however, settled in — heavy, like a rock too loyal to its gravity.

Alice was unsure whether she felt lighter or emptier for having played one of the most vigorous and exhausting movements she had ever stumbled into.

"Oh, not truly!” exclaimed Alice. Something most peculiar had occurred — enough to make the Mouse, tail a meter long, stand goggled and mouth wide open.

The tiny room had turned upside down — like a somersault caught mid-air; like a chrysalis dreaming itself half-caterpillar, half-butterfly.

Three upside-down mirrors shimmered, replicating into a thousand more — Alices upon Alices, each blinking back, unsure which was real — or if any of them were — or perhaps thinking all at once. The more they reflected, the less they knew.

Somehow, it felt like a compromised finale — Wonderland’s own peculiar sort of resolution: mischievous, unsettled, entirely its own.

And Alices kept breathing.

All Alices had converged into one—complex, quiet, and still running somewhere beneath the silence.

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