Chapter 1: The Little Dream
Once, there was a tiny dream.
No one knew who had dreamt it. Such a tiny dream it was
The darkness is consuming, absorbing everything in its path. And I have lived in it alone, so cold, so tiny, so insignificant. I do not know how long I have been in this black cage, this box of shadows, cast out of the way. I do not know what I look like, I have never seen light. Let me out. Let me out.
The tiny dream began to think, "I don't want to disappear this way,
How can I make people dream of me?"
I can feel myself disappearing, piece by piece like a puzzle being smashed under feet. Being picked apart, ripped to shreds, just because no one wants to dream of me. Ah, the pain, it hurts, I don't want to feel this anymore. I don't want to die! How can I stop myself from dying? What must I do to keep my existence? Why will no one dream of me?
The little dream thought and thought and came up with an idea
I scratch at the bars of my iron cage, I feel the essence of this wretched thing I call a body pour out from my finger tips, dripping to the floor. It is useless. I cannot get out. There is a lock, but the key is outside. All I want is light. Let me see the light. Let me live and see the light which has evaded me for so long. I sit and think, steeling myself against the pain that is ripping me apart. But suddenly, a marvelous idea strikes me. I smile, my lips curling much too wide against my cheeks.
"I'll make humans get lost in me, and let them create the world."
I do not know what light is, but I feel in dawn in my brain, soaking me in the warmth of my marvelous, stupendous, wonderful idea. Let me weave my web, let me call those souls who do not dream of me and let them come. I cannot go to them, so let them come to me. So I get to work, placing all my energy into luring those souls into my home, into the darkness of every man's heart in which I reside.
I smile as I gaze at my masterpiece. My tapestry of vice. It swoons and sways, I can already feel the breeze skimming across my skin. I know what people desire. Their wants, their longing for what they cannot have. So let it be my key to freedom, so that I will be the only dream that humans will dream of.
"Come with me," I croon into the darkness, my voice changing into a sweet sinful melody.
My tapestry needs color. It needs the blood and essence that only the ones I call into the night can provide. I am chained to the darkness, to the night, so let the light come to me. Let my tapestry, my web of lies and sin bring the world to me.
"Come here, into the darkness, and create your own wonderland, my Alice."
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Author's note: Ok so I finally have a small break which is why I wrote this. As you can probably guess I love the song Alice Human Sacrifice. It's so open to interpretation so I decided to give it a shot, though I don't think I did too well of a job….er…yea. So this is supposed to be the Dream and I shall get all the other Alices up. I might just start making up my own after #4. But this is just a short drabble of a fic that will be on and off. I'm still working very hard on my other two stories. Please R&R!