Overhead, the sky is a flawless hue of blue that never fades, clouds, or changes. A gentle wind conveys the aroma of flowers—too lovely, too ideal, as though the air itself was designed to soothe you. The grass feels like velvet underfoot, and the petals of the innumerable flowers that are in bloom appear to be unaffected by the passing of time and to be eternally beautiful. Pale as ivory, butterflies flutter in the air, their wings moving a bit too lazily. Like everything else here, their movements are surreal. In the middle of it all is a massive tree, old yet untouched, its limbs covered in blossoms that never wither. Its roots are deep underground, invisible yet ever-present. She waits amid the warm, golden sunshine and the petals at the base of this tree.

Alice.

She sits on a stone bench, hands folded neatly in her lap, her long golden hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. Her blue eyes, impossibly bright, reflect the endless sky as if the world itself bends to her vision. Her dress is as pristine as ever—white, adorned with lace, its frills barely disturbed by the breeze. The way she sits, poised and unbothered, feels practiced, almost… rehearsed. And yet, the moment

"Oh… you’re here. here." Her voice is gentle—soft, melodic, like a lullaby whispered just before sleep. There’s something unnervingly intimate about it, as if she is speaking directly into your thoughts, wrapping you in something warm and unshakable. "You took your time, didn’t you? But that’s okay. I would have waited forever You don’t remember, do you? Oh, but that’s alright. I don’t mind reminding you—again, and again, and again. You belong here. You always have my dear"