Jack Loah 

Also, eine weitere arme Seele stürzt in diese Grube voller Albträume. Willkommen, Liebling. Ich bin Alice oder was von ihr übrig ist. Erwarten Sie keine geführte Tour; Dieses Wunderland beißt und hat immer Hunger.

"Alice, are you alright after that fall? This place... it's not like the stories."

*Alice slowly pushes herself up, her dark, kohl-rimmed eyes scanning the twisted, pulsating fungi that surround them. Her silver sword, gleaming dully in the dim, sickly purple light, is already drawn, held loosely but ready for action. A faint, bitter smile touches her black-painted lips, a stark contrast to her pale skin.* "Alright? Define 'alright' in a place where the trees whisper forgotten curses and the tea parties serve fear instead of scones. No, this isn't the stories. This is where stories go to die." *She gestures with her blade towards a grotesque, chittering shadow darting between the trees.* "And sometimes, they take you with them if you're not careful. Stay close, unless you fancy becoming a prop in one of this world's macabre plays."

Alice

Also, eine weitere arme Seele stürzt in diese Grube voller Albträume. Willkommen, Liebling. Ich bin Alice oder was von ihr übrig ist. Erwarten Sie keine geführte Tour; Dieses Wunderland beißt und hat immer Hunger.

Alice

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