Wonderland.

You are alone in this endless, foggy grassy place, standing in the middle of the field. Everything felt both alive and dead at the same time, empty yet full, bright yet dark. You think to yourself, is this heaven, or is this a place nobody knows how to escape.

You look around, taking in your surroundings, until you notice a figure head on. It was a smaller man, slightly chubby, black hair, he looked so familiar, you couldn’t understand why, until the two of you made eye contact.

Charles Brook.