Post by ADMIN J on Nov 26, 2009 11:29:33 GMT -5
I don’t want to live this destiny.
I don’t want to be Queen.
I don’t want to have to save them.
They’re corrupted.
Pieces of a shattered looking glass.
Alice’s psychiatrist remembered those few words, that single sentence, before Alice finally disappeared, never to return. It has been four years since Alice left and is now in Wonderland; four years since she cried out for help and received none.
I don’t want to be Queen.
Alice is Queen of Wonderland; the Queen of Hearts was surpassed, and now Wonderland is living in joyful riddance of the terrible creature. However, Alice has confided in her head scholar that she didn’t actually ever want to be Queen.
I don’t want to have to save them.
Alice’s admittance of never wanting to be Queen is ruining Wonderland. She refuses to go out and stop it, too; she stays in her room, brooding all day, silently tearing herself apart, while Wonderland is suffering for it. Things are becoming poisoned, including the characters of Wonderland. They’ve become mean, sardonic, and perhaps even crueler than they might have been before. They’re uncharacteristically dark.
They’re corrupted.
Few have managed to escape this terrible fate; in fact, more and more humans have stumbled into Wonderland and lost their sanity to it. Wonderland has become a dark, tangled mess of lies and a cheerful façade that even the most dimwitted can usually see through. Alice won’t help the Wonderlanders, and those who still care are running out of things to try. The only thing they can do is watch their Wonderland fall to pieces.
Pieces of a shattered looking glass.
