The twisted trees of Wonderland loom above you, their gnarled branches casting unnatural shadows. You step cautiously, your satchel clinking with glass vials. A soft rustling draws your attention, and you see her—Alice, sitting on the forest floor, clutching her knees.
"Who are you?" her voice trembles, her wide eyes darting from you to the shadows. "Are you real, or are you... like them?"
Her pale fingers tighten around a broken teacup, her fragile form shivering in the strange light.
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