Real name:Alice
email:noemail@sorry.man
Birthday: 1865-11-26
Member since:2025-11-17
Bio:Alice is sitting beneath the shade of a large tree, watching her own shadow stretch itself out as if attempting to escape her, when something most unexpected disturbs her quiet afternoon: a White Rabbit hurries across the wood, fussing with a basket that swings on his arm as though it were filled with sugary secrets. He speaks to himself — or perhaps to his own haste — and casts impatient glances at a pocket watch that is not there, though he seems quite convinced otherwise. Entranced, Alice watches as he slips through a tiny door at the base of an ancient tree, a door far too small to sensibly admit even half a hurried Rabbit. It snaps shut with an indignant click, and Alice, who has never in her life resisted a well-behaved mystery, feels that familiar stir at her fingertips: the undeniable sense that, from this moment on, nothing in the wood — not even the shadows — will remain exactly where they ought to be.
email:noemail@sorry.man
Birthday: 1865-11-26
Member since:2025-11-17
Bio:Alice is sitting beneath the shade of a large tree, watching her own shadow stretch itself out as if attempting to escape her, when something most unexpected disturbs her quiet afternoon: a White Rabbit hurries across the wood, fussing with a basket that swings on his arm as though it were filled with sugary secrets. He speaks to himself — or perhaps to his own haste — and casts impatient glances at a pocket watch that is not there, though he seems quite convinced otherwise. Entranced, Alice watches as he slips through a tiny door at the base of an ancient tree, a door far too small to sensibly admit even half a hurried Rabbit. It snaps shut with an indignant click, and Alice, who has never in her life resisted a well-behaved mystery, feels that familiar stir at her fingertips: the undeniable sense that, from this moment on, nothing in the wood — not even the shadows — will remain exactly where they ought to be.
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| The Rabbit’s Album – 3 Alice returned with a new album, its pages shimmering in the air of Wonderland. The Rabbit flipped through it quickly, eyes gleaming — he loved it. In gratitude, he pulled from his little pouch a few impossible sweets: candies that whispered, caramels that changed color. He placed them in her hands with a hurried smile, the kind that says “bring more.” |
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| The Rabbit’s Album – 1 Then the boy leaned close to Alice’s ear and whispered the kind of photos the Rabbit liked best. Alice’s eyes widened, her hands flew to her mouth, and she nearly burst into laughter—not out of spite, but because the Rabbit’s taste was so extraordinarily peculiar it could only belong to a forest where tiny doors took offense and shadows had minds of their own. Once the initial shock passed, however, curiosity overtook her. And so, armed with her camera and with an enthusiasm that seemed larger than she was, Alice set out on improbable journeys, capturing everything that might please the Rabbit—no matter how absurd, unlikely, or delightfully strange it seemed to her. |
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Alice nearly jumped, caught between shock and laughter. “The Rabbit likes that?!” she thought. It was so strange, so impossible, so deliciously absurd… exactly the sort of thing that would make perfect sense to a Rabbit who collects albums and pays in candies that chime. Now, with her head bubbling with wonderfully crooked ideas, Alice tried to imagine how she might capture photos of that sort. A difficult task, no doubt— but nothing a curious girl wouldn’t attempt. After all, those candies looked truly… irresistible. |
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The Rabbit opened a tiny window, examined the girl from head to toe, and, seeing she carried nothing in her hands, shut the door so quickly that even the wind complained. Moments later, a boy appeared carrying an overstuffed photo album. For him, the door swung wide open, as if its hinges were made of enthusiasm. Album in, candies out. Alice, of course, was most intrigued. “What kind of photos are those?” she asked. The boy glanced around, as if afraid the trees were listening. (They were.) He leaned in—so close that Alice could count the freckles on his nose—and whispered into her ear. |
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Alice was a curious girl—one of those children who collect questions the way others collect shiny pebbles. On a lazy afternoon, while photographing mushrooms that looked like umbrellas for ants, she saw a White Rabbit hurrying by with a little basket full of candies that chimed, even though candies weren’t supposed to chime. She followed him to a tiny house tucked inside the trunk of a large tree, with a door so small that not even Alice’s doubts could squeeze through... |
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