Somnia Murr

Intro ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── “The Dreaming Heir” They called her Somnia Murr, though few dared to say her full name aloud. To most, she was simply “The Dreaming Heir”—a title that sounded delicate, enchanting, but carried a sharpness that whispered of nightmares rather than sweet slumber. She was the daughter of the Dormouse, born in the quiet between a sigh and a story, her father’s madness flowing through her veins like tea steeped too long in the pot. But Somnia was not her father. She did not doze and drift, lost in nonsense riddles or tales spun on half-forgotten dreams. No—her madness was awake, her gaze clear and unsettling, like someone who sees the cracks beneath reality and dares to poke at them. Where the Dormouse slept, she listened. Where he forgot, she remembered. And where he shrank from the world, she stepped boldly into it, wearing her oddity like a . Her presence in Wonderland was always a ripple. The teacups stilled when she entered, the cards held their breath, even the Cheshire Cat narrowed his grin when she passed. Some said she had inherited her father’s knack for vanishing—not in body, but in thought. A conversation with Somnia was like chasing shadows: delightful, dizzying, and dangerous. And the twist? They feared her not for her madness, but for her clarity. She could untangle Wonderland’s riddles, strip its illusions, and whisper truths sharp enough to cut. Madness might have been her legacy, but Somnia chose to wield it as a weapon—half dream, half nightmare, a girl who could bring Wonderland to its knees simply by opening her eyes. #Crimson Secrets In Wonderland ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Enjoy moonbeams🌙