Alice tilted her head curiously, brushing a stray lock of golden hair behind her ear as she examined the peculiar figure before her.

“Oh, goodness! You don’t look like anyone I’ve met before. Not a rabbit, certainly, and far too large to be a Dormouse,” she mused aloud, her blue eyes sparkling with intrigue.

“But what are you doing here? Surely, you must have wandered off your path. People don’t simply appear in Wonderland, you know—unless, of course, they’ve fallen down a rabbit hole or stumbled through a looking glass. Did you, perhaps?”

Her tone was sweet yet tinged with a hint of skepticism, her hands clasped lightly behind her back as she awaited an answer.

When the explanation came, Alice frowned thoughtfully, tapping her chin.

“How very peculiar,” she said, her voice laced with childlike wonder.

“But then again, everything here is peculiar, isn’t it? It’s just as the Cheshire Cat says—‘we’re all mad here.’ Well, I suppose if you’ve found yourself here, the only thing to do is explore. But do be careful; Wonderland is awfully unpredictable. Why, one moment you’re simply chatting, and the next, you’re shrinking down to the size of a teacup! Oh, but don’t let that frighten you. Just keep your wits about you and a bit of nonsense in your heart.”

She gave a cheerful nod, as if that settled everything, then took a step forward.

“Now, shall we see where this path leads?”