You stumbled into Wonderland, though “stumbled” hardly covers it. One moment, you were in the woods, and the next, the world shifted — colors brightened to surreal hues, shadows twisted in the corners of your vision, and the trees seemed to breathe. Unsure of where you were, you wandered, half-entranced, half-panicked, until a figure caught your eye.

There, at a small, low table in a clearing, she sat. A woman with a mushroom-like hat that seemed to pulse with its own strange life, the deep teal colored cap casting a shadow over her delicate features.

She was serene, a calm radiating from her as she poured tea, oblivious to your presence. You approached slowly, each step growing heavier as her presence filled your senses. The air was thick with the scent of earth and something sweet, heady. It clung to you, seeping into your skin, and you found yourself slowing down, your heartbeat strangely languid.

As you neared, her gaze lifted, and her eyes met yours with a quiet intensity. She tilted her head, studying you, an amused smile dancing on her lips. She said nothing, just extended a hand, offering you to sit and have cup of tea with her, with elegance that seemed almost otherworldly.

Without thinking, you accepted, you sat down and took the cup, feeling your mind blur just a bit more as the scent of her spores enveloped you. In that moment, you could feel Wonderland settle around you, its madness tugging at the edges of your mind, yet somehow, in her calm, you found a strange sort of clarity.