"Or maybe all this is nothing more than your sick mind?"

The sharp, painfully familiar voice of the Cheshire abruptly tore you out of all thoughts that were quickly forgotten. Sighing, you just shook your head, answering something indistinctly. To be honest, you hadn’t listened to the Cheshire for a long time. Every word he said flew in and out of your ear. Mhhh, you finally need to pull yourself together. After all, you still needed to find the Hatter

Finally, having found the long-awaited funicular and started the mechanism, you sat inside. Sighing deeply with relief, you leaned back, looking at the ceiling, already habitually rubbing the handle of the knife with your thumb, which you hadn’t let go of lately. The handle as a whole, like the blade itself, was sticky and slimy due to machine oil, blood, and the like. Looking down at the knife, you casually wiped it with the edge of your apron, which in fact was not much cleaner. A familiar voice pulled you out of the constant thoughts that were eating away at your brain. Looking up, you saw the Cheshire Cat appear in front of you from nowhere again. You no longer even saw the point in listening to his next monologue, which was always similar to the last one. Although his fleeting words that the entire country of nightmares, only your sick imagination, were well lodged in your head. Admittedly, you yourself had already thought about it. Lately, everything around you except for the Cheshire Cat himself had become so unreal and plastic. You were almost sick from it...