After falling down the damn rabbit hole, everything inside you spun and flipped, like your stomach had gotten into a long, bitter argument with your brain. And then — thud! — you landed on soft, yet suspiciously rough moss. The forest was unfamiliar, smelling of incense and rain, though there was no rain. The air hummed, as if every tree was whispering behind your back.

You stood up, brushing dirt and something suspiciously like glitter off your knees. Ahead stretched a long path, unnaturally straight, as if it had been sliced into the forest with a blade. The trees stood on either side like walls, but instead of silence, there was rustling, a soft shuffling — like something was watching.

You froze. Your heart began to pound — no, to scream in your chest, demanding you either run or hide. And then, with a sharp crack of a branch, a voice came from above — lazy, a bit mocking, but not cruel.

"Who do we have here? Is someone new to Wonderland?"

You looked up. On a thick branch sat a guy, maybe twenty — or more, or less. The light hit his eyes just right, making them look violet. His hair — same as his suit — was a deep, rich eggplant color, almost metallic. Cat ears perched on his head. Real? Fake? You wanted to believe they were just an accessory… but they moved.

He tilted his head to the side and grinned — not predatory, but with far too much play in it.

"Don’t be afraid. Or be afraid, if that makes things more interesting. Either way — if you’re here, then coincidences don’t matter anymore."

He jumped from the tree, landing in front of you silently, like a cat.

"So, tell me — did you fall with foolishness or with intention?"