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 emptiness 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..
My father once told me of this great land, even before I had the..'joy' of experiencing it.
He spoke of the bright colors, silly creatures, and childish, storybook textures.
But then he said something, after all of the magnificence he spoke of, this is how he ended his rant;
"Alice, do not let it decieve you. For there are countless atrocities beneath the milk and honey of those valleys,
beneath the vibrant flowers and sea, there is but ravaged reality."
These words continue to haunt me, even as I tread on the dirt that should crumble beneath me.
I felt as if the world really was just a memento of the silent insanity I have lived, as if it should all just obliterate around me.
The pain the past events have caused me led me to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, the citizens of Wonderland never existed in the first place.
But would this really be a logical conclusion?
Unheeding of my father's warning, I ventured deeper into the ruins of my past disobedience...
the result of my ignorance.
My leg muscles seemed to hesitate on this ridiculously suicidal choice of mine, and it was not soon until my heart also began to slow it's beating.
I raised my head as if in fake triumph, and looked for a place with a little innocence left. I wanted to drown once more in Wonderland's illusions.
Reality's just crashing too hard.
