War. Isn't it awful?
Beauty once had this land in the grip of insane perfection..
the perfection nobody had dared to question.
But where was it now?
Did it ever exist?
A breeze tore loosely through the emptyness of what once was,
it's smell reeking of corruption and mere child's play.
Whoever had destroyed this magnificent land..
had done it easily.
The Queen's kingdom now oozes pestilence, her court is contemptible, and all of her subjects are abominably bent on my own demise.
But, of course, I am not frightened.
I am but on the lone, rigid crevasse that seperates the land that is called 'Wonderland' and reality itself..