The moment Alice was unplugged from the Rabbit Hole, the effect was immediate and immense—even the Queen of Hearts, quite by accident, seemed to be vacuumed somewhere else entirely.
“Who is this?” the Queen demanded, sharply—before she could make sense of what had happened, or where she herself was supposed to be.
No one answered.
“Idiot! Off with your head!” she screamed, trying to hide her fluster and floundering. Her voice bounced back against nothingness—a hollow echo, almost curious about itself.
Alice’s eyes, wide and uncertain, reflected one undeniable truth: she had crossed into another space—a place that was nothing, yet everywhere, both within and beyond herself.
And Wonderland, never one for subtlety, began to wink and whistle.
The sky hiccuped.
Letters tumbled and winked.
Y O U A R E O F F L I N E.
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That Queen of Hearts never changes. I wish she would have a new thought.
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