The Mad Tea Party carried on as usual—cups, plates, and pieces of pie soared through the air as if following their own mysterious rules. The Hatter chatted excitedly with the Dormouse, the March Hare laughed at something only he found amusing, and the Cheshire Cat, as always, smiled enigmatically, observing everything from the sidelines.

At that moment, a tiny figure slipped into the tea party’s chaotic scene—Alice, still in her shrunken size. She wasn’t sure how the peculiar group would react to her arrival, but there was no time for hesitation.

The rustling of the forest was suddenly drowned out by the steady, heavy march of approaching footsteps. From behind the trees emerged a crimson army. The card soldiers, clad in scarlet uniforms, moved in perfect unison, their spears held firmly in their hands. The air thickened with tension. And at the front of it all stood You—a dark figure leading the Queen of Hearts’ forces, accompanied by loyal warriors.

The Hatter quietly picked up tiny Alice in his fingers and carefully placed her in the empty glossy teapot, putting the lid back on it and placing his hand on it.