"A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free." Nikos Kazantzakis
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She is free.
After so much pain, so much grief and suffering, she has ceased to hurt. Her screams, like those of an innocent child calling out for help, have fallen silent. Silence has returned to her life. She is not bound by chains anymore: she walks freely, light as a feather, as the path of cards is formed before her.
Leaves, jade ornaments of Wonderland's forest, fly past her bare feet and stroke her ankles; her silky hair ripples in the breeze; it carries her like a mother would her child. Her chin is high; she walks with a regal aura around her, delicate and yet strong. Wonderland cheers and acclaims Her rightful lady and queen. Butterflies of all sorts of blue swirl around her; they envelop her and make her smile. And smiling is what she deserves.
Wonderland is safe again, thanks to her unyielding efforts. The Vale of Tears has recovered its majestic forests and rivers; the Mad Hatter's domain is back to its industrial glory (scratch the creepy feel to it); the Looking-Glass line is fully restored and the Mock Turtle is once more its stationmaster; Queensland, once a ruined decaying castle, is a majestic place far more beautiful than what it was on her younger days. All in all, Wonderland is beautiful.
Her mind is beautiful.
Her emerald eyes are a reflection of what she is feeling. She is calm, she is well, but there is more to her.
It's hope.
She knows she can make it better. There is a new start ahead of her, and she's aware that this is the chance she has been waiting for all her life.
Wonderland encourages her.
When she laughs, Wonderland rejoices.
I watch her, I examine her, I grin.
I cannot do anything else but grin, my ever-present façade that hides everything I feel.
She's already a grown woman, one that has certainly fought to be so, but the bright young child I once took care of is still there; though buried, she is there. It's in her eyes, in her words, in her snappiness. We have gone through much change but thankfully, Alice is still Alice.
My Alice; my mistress.
And she calls, and I appear at her side. Ever so faithful, I follow wherever she goes.
We descend into madness, from where I know she shall never escape. And neither shall I.
Madness is the essence of Wonderland. It resides within little mad Alice; it resides within all of us. And it's beautiful.
Her mind is beautiful.
Her mind, brilliant.
Mind, gone.
Mad.
A/N: Reviews would make me happeh^^