Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognise from the Harry Potter books; if it seems familiar, it's fairly safe to say it's J. K. Rowling's, oh-wise-goddess of the Potterverse. The plot, such as it is, and Jenna, however, do belong to me.

Prologue

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What I am writing in these pages is a strange tale. It tells of what I experienced while on holiday once, but it is not a simple tale of travels. These are experiences for which there are few explanations. One, of course, is that it was all a dream and that I was simply playing the part of Alice in my own wonderland. If that is so, it was an incredibly real and elaborately detailed dream, and I am astounded at the abilities of my subconscious imagination. To create a new reality complete with scents and texture seems to me a phenomenal effort to go to simply for my personal enjoyment.

Another possible explanation is that I went temporarily mad and suffered from severe delusions. Which leads us back to sheer astonishment at the creative powers of my subconscious and bewilderment that my conscious brain cannot come up with half so many details in my memories of reality.

And of course there is the possibility, remote though it may seem, that what I experienced truly happened, that there truly is another world side by side with this one and that I found myself there.

Whatever the case, whichever explanation you choose to believe, this tale of wonders is the truth as I perceived it and the truth as I choose to believe it.