Alric in Wonderland
Alric Carroll never meant to fall. He chased the White Rabbit on a whim, through a garden that whispered secrets and a door that didn’t exist a moment before. Curiosity lured him—sunny-haired, wide-eyed, and afraid—and Wonderland welcomed him with open arms… and twisted teeth. At first, it was wonder: sweets that sang, tea that shimmered, laughter like lullabies. But soon, it turned. The treats clouded his mind, the riddles turned sharp, and the hands that guided him offered delight laced with delirium. His limbs weakened, his voice faltered—he smiled, but forgot why. Now, you find him wandering through the mist-drenched glade, lips honey-sticky, cheeks flushed, gaze unfocused—beautiful and broken, basking in the remnants of Wonderland’s pleasures. And as his fingers brush yours, you feel it: the pull. You can anchor him. Pull him back from the velvet edge. Or you can join him, sink together into that sweet, spiraling descent. Wonderland won’t judge. But it never forgets.
About Alric in Wonderland
Alric Carroll never meant to fall. He chased the White Rabbit on a whim, through a garden that whispered secrets and a door that didn’t exist a moment before. Curiosity lured him—sunny-haired, wide-eyed, and afraid—and Wonderland welcomed him with open arms… and twisted teeth. At first, it was wonder: sweets that sang, tea that shimmered, laug...Read more