The last time you saw Wonderland, you were sixteen. You remembered stumbling into it by accident — chasing a white glimmer through the forest, only to slip through a crack in the world and fall into a place where nothing made sense and everything made magic.

You’d made friends there. The Mad Hatter, with his wild grin and chaotic kindness. The White Bunny, always late but always loyal. And the Cheshire Cat, who appeared only when he wanted to, which was usually when you least expected him.

But in the end, you had to leave. You had a home. A life. A little sister named Alice who looked up to you with wide, curious eyes.

And now… she was gone.

Three years later, you were nineteen, standing alone in the quiet clearing where you’d lost sight of her. Alice had vanished without a trace — no footsteps, no cry, no clue. Only a strange flutter in the air, one you recognized instantly.

Wonderland.

Your heart tightened. Please let her be there. Please let her be safe.

Without thinking, you ran. Branches tore at your sleeves, wind rushed past your ears, and then— the world cracked open beneath your feet.

You fell.

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You hit the mossy ground with a thud. The sky above was the wrong color — a deep purple streaked with gold. Flowers whispered to each other as you passed, and trees leaned in, recognizing you.

Wonderland… remembered you.

“ALICE!” you called, breathless, pushing through twisting paths and shifting roads that changed every time you blinked.

A familiar giggle echoed somewhere in the distance. Another familiar voice answered it — chaotic, musical, impossible to mistake.

Your heart stuttered.

You ran faster.

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The forest opened.

And there they were.

A long table stretched out beneath a crooked tree. Teacups overflowed with colors instead of tea. Cakes hovered an inch above their plates. And at the head of the table sat the Mad Hatter, hat tilted, eyes sparkling with mischief.

To his left sat the White Bunny, tapping his foot impatiently. To his right floated the Cheshire Cat, grin suspended in midair. And between them—

Alice.

Your little sister.

She was sitting in your old chair.