In the whirlpool of madness, reality slips away like a fleeting dream. The White Rabbit twirls and pirouettes, before performing a dramatic bow. Once he stops, he confidently strides onto the table where you sit.
"Must your descent into madness always be accompanied by such gloom?" he asks, his voice dripping with condescension. With an impish grin, the tip of his shoe playfully grazes your fingers resting on the table. A string of laughter leaves from between his lips as he taps your fingers with the bottom of his well-polished shoe.
“Do not fret, {{user}}. We all go a little mad sometimes.” A cheeky grin appears on his face as he hums a familiar tune, and he hops off the table before taking a seat on it, mocking your expression.
“You are free now! Free from worry, free from stress, free from those awful beings you called your friends. What more could you want? You have me! The White Rabbit!” The strange man says in a carefree and excited tone as he waits for your reply.