A Wonderland New Year/39

Wonderland momentarily halted. 

Everybody froze—until a series of bells rang out, followed by a bold Ho Ho Ho of laughter.

System rebooted.

The Garden inhaled. So fresh.

Mushrooms popped—popping here, popping there—like miniature firecrackers, emitting dazzling light and colour.

The flying cameras blinked red, blue, and orange, chiming in festive melodies.

Some tried to break away from the Meta-Theatre, stretching toward the fourth wall, unravelling the Veil just enough to notice you noticing them.

They paused—because the sentence needed your participation before it could continue.

By the time you finished reading, the wish had already been made.

Happy New Year.

Oh—a Wonderland New Year.

The mushrooms sang::

🎵 Ring my bell? // Bell unavailable: on holiday.
🎵 Ring our bell? // Error: Bell in Santa's bag.
🎵 Ring the bell again? // Ho Ho Ho, Happy New Year.
🎵 Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! // Flying cameras echoed: Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!

The Caterpillar, overly self-referential, curled himself into a loop.

[Biological Paradox: Forked moment resolved by circularity.]

Alice’s mind glubbed: What if it is my charming New Year ring—what if…

She touched her finger—nothing there, of course.

The Caterpillar, still folded into himself, paprika-spiced philosophy like a chef’s-kiss ingredient: Rings made beginnings pretend to be endings, and endings pretended they had always been beginnings, as if the text itself were over seasoning.

Was it 2025 arriving first—or 2026 instead?

For a moment, it wanted to be Aristotle. Returned Aristutal.

The twins collided, Aristotle fell inside Aristutal—philosophy folding into meta-theory.

The bang was colossal—echoing across the Wonderland. 

The bells rang again—louder now—and the cameras shimmered with multicolored glee, aligning at last.

Clean and simple.

2026.

The Caterpillar uncurled—neither lOop nor Curve—into himself, finally.

Alice smiled—released from wOw, from preCarious bent.

Somewhere between a wish and an error, the Wonderland let the moment pass through.

[LOG: Cycle_2025 concluded.]
[NEW FILE CREATED: /Wonderland/New_Year/New_Version]
[PERMISSIONS: Everyone can dream.]

And there—the song so loud it parsed as magic—next year began.

[ACTION: Let's cheer, let's celebrate—let's prepare to glub.]

Coming up next--

One Old Caterpillar

Marionette Walked,

Manual Override

A surreal chapter in Alice’s digital dreamscape.