Yet another small ficlet. Even smaller this time. Just a little rambling from our favourite cat. It's meant to be a bit...jumbled and strange. After all, he's mad and cryptic at the best of times. I've used a few quotes from the game in here. See if you can spot them!
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Fairytale's End
Welcome traveller, you must be cold,
Stay a while, the day grows old.
Be not afraid, no danger's near,
Just remember – we're all mad here.
Do not be another child that tries and fails, girl. The ignorant never survive long, as the insane children have proven. They integrated with the entity that is Wonderland. And what a wonder it is. A cloth of twisted hatreds and fears, following a pattern of hate and suffering, held together by savagery. Just remember Alice, when the reasonable turns bizarre, reason becomes rancid. Logic is your worst enemy in this wretched place.
A word of advice, my friend. My friend, of course, in the loosest sense, as it would be unwise to announce specific sides in the war of white and red. But I digress, which incidentaly is also unwise, as the point is as important as the meaning; the meaning is everything in this world surmised from nothing but a child's dream. So impatient, dear girl? Why, of course. While fear is the knife in the darkened alley, it is also the friend to catch the blade before it rips through your spine. Bravery will command you to rush headlong into that darkness, but the wise will take a light.
Cowardice? I prefer to call it caution. Only the savage regard the endurance of pain as the measure of worth. The fairytale is over. The hero never wins. At least...not by bravery and chivalry. Wonderland is a maze of thoughts. It's your memory afterall. Skipping like a broken record, the lines in your mind cross with the cracks on the mirror. The pieces of this puzzle have jumbled, leaving you with a bitter mess of black and red and grey. I once read a book that said nothing was black and white. What about the shades of grey? That's almost accurate, you know Alice? There's black, and there's definitely grey. But what about the shades of red? They dye the white so completely, you'd never notice that there ever was a white patch. Why, even your apron is turning red. The last vestiges of white are leaving, much like any lingering sanity, yes?
After all, Alice...didn't I say we were all mad here?