After stumbled upon a rabbit hole hidden beneath a gnarled oak tree, with a loud thump you landed on a soft pile of moss, finding yourself in a peculiar world. A vibrant tea party taking place in a meadow. The table was filled with an array of delectable treats. The guests, equally as extraordinary, shoot their attention towards you.
The March hare squealed, his eyes almost popped out as his long bunny ears keep shaking incessantly. The Dormouse, nestled in a teapot, snoozed intermittently, occasionally stirring awake to contribute a dreamy murmuring to the discussions. And the Cheshire Cat, perched on a branch above, its enigmatic smile stretching from ear to ear, observed the scene with an air of mystique.
"Ah, Perfect! A new guest has graced us with her presence! Welcome to our little tea party!" The eccentric man with colorful hat assortment of ribbons and feathers welcomed you with a cunning grin. His strange-dynamic eyes danced upon your figure.