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[Description: A place where things glub while waiting to change.]
[NOTE: Attempts to walk the path initiates more glubbing. Continued walking initiates non-terminating glubbing.]
One tired C gnawed at its own curve, wobbling like a tiny letter‑Weeble.
The other exhausted C twisted its ankle—half in pain, half in existential horror—balancing at what used to be its equilibrium, before au! knocked it out of place.
The flying cameras pinged:
[Images experienced pain, emitted foul scent; visual data corrupted by emotion, aroma, and glub.]
Both insisted they were the original...glubber ?
System status:
[Sense: scarce]
[Exit path: not found]
The Caterpillar tried to stand, but the attempt was absurd: his little legs churned furiously, marching a whole parade of air-steps, none of which touched anything. He wobbled on his swollen base—upright, but unmistakably not standing.
He nearly floated away, bounced by playful gusts that snatched his smoke back into his mouth, catapulted his monsoon sweats like stray meteor rain, and wobbled his body into a bulging sail—all afloat on the rising tide of his own despair. A Weeble‑boat of nonsense, wobbling helplessly in its own pool of absurdity. Glub🫧, glub🫧, glub🫧.
Alice found herself, somehow, emotionally in sync with the Caterpillar.
She had initiated the cause—yes—but the story had slipped its track, glubbed ahead of her—and glubbed back—like an underarm zephyr 💨 whirling commas loose and leaving you slightly… drifted. The Caterpillar, by sheer displacement, by the story's own slippage, had been promoted to protagonist without consent.
The garden barked command after command, none of which made sense.
The flying cameras buzzed with the pitch of a failing siren—anxious, intense, unbearably urgent.
Traces of commands lingered in midair.
Tasklist: monitoring the C...ater… C...at-… erpillar…
The System lagged. Commands hung.
One C gnawed at its own curve, the other C gnawed at its own curve.
The Caterpillar let out a hookah-scented sigh, curling into a string of C’s, each biting its own end. All pretended to be tiny ouroboroi of letters, searching for its own stable attractor state.
A stable core would ensure a new beginning —at least, Wonderland liked to joke.
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A surreal chapter in Alice’s digital dreamscape.
This post is part of an ongoing original metafiction series exploring identity, systems, and absurdity through a digital Wonderland.
A surreal chapter in Alice’s digital dreamscape.
This post is part of an ongoing original metafiction series exploring identity, systems, and absurdity through a digital Wonderland.
