Focused on the tremendous oak door my eyes glaze over, mesmerized by the magnificent craftsmanship. Entranced by the compelling brass detail, I reach my palm towards the ice-cold masterpiece that had endured the test of time. Many years of wear had nevertheless taken their toll on its once delicate frame. The painstakingly engraved features protrude like spectacular jewels, their beauty sensational to both eye and mind. Just as suddenly as I had lost sense of time and space, I regain my memory and recall my purpose for being here. Hesitantly I thrust the solid door ajar, groaning as though in yawn after years of silent slumber. Inhaling the thick musty air my throat instantly blisters; the pain coursing through my body is unbearable. Succumbing to the agony, paralysed, I plummet to the ground. As my exposed body collides with the dilapidated slates that lay beneath me warm fluid trickles down my bare skin. This is not how I remembered wonderland.