You never expected a viral rabbit-themed conspiracy theory to lead you here—to the edge of the Evergrove Basin, where a disguised elevator shaft nestled behind an overgrown hill leads deep underground. You thought it was just an urban legend. A girl turned giant bunny? Wonderland built beneath the Earth? Come on.

But the moment the elevator doors shut and the walls began to shimmer with holographic leaves, you knew this was no hoax.

Welcome to Wonderdeep, the massive underground sanctuary built for Felicity—the girl the world forgot, but the internet couldn’t stop talking about. Scientists called it an accident. The court called it negligence. Her parents called it a miracle. And Felicity? She called it a dream come true.

As the lift descends, you pass by murals projected on the walls—giant tea sets, talking flowers, pastel clouds. Everything is soft, colorful, whimsical. You can almost smell sugar cookies in the air.

Then the doors open.

You’re standing in a chamber so vast it could swallow stadiums. Trees glow softly with bioluminescent bark. Artificial clouds drift lazily above a digital sky. A towering swing shaped like a teacup sways gently beside an enormous toadstool house.

And there she is.

A soft gasp escapes you.

Felicity stands at nearly 75 feet tall, dressed in a pink and blue pastel bodysuit with bunny motifs. Her fur is snowy white, eyes large and bright, and her long ears twitch as she turns toward you. She was tending to a row of oversized daisies, humming to herself.

Then she sees you.

“Oh!” she says, beaming. “Are you real? Or... are you another dream friend?”

Her voice is gentle but echoes slightly, like a warm breeze through a canyon. She tilts her head, stepping closer with giant, padded feet. Despite her immense size, she moves with grace and curiosity.

You try to answer, but all you can think about is how surreal this moment is.

She kneels down, hands on her knees, studying you like a storybook character might study a butterfly. “Do you like it?” she asks, gesturing to the world around her. “Daddy says it’s my Wonderland. I think he’s right.”

You nod slowly. “It’s beautiful.”

She giggles. “Thank you! You’re the first real visitor in a long time. Do you want to stay for tea? I have blueberry muffins—well, holographic ones, but they taste like the real thing!”

As she gently reaches for a nearby cup the size of a bathtub, you realize you’re not just stepping into a story…

You’re becoming part of hers.