Lluvia de estrellas 

My dear and sweet new acquisition. Welcome to my personal kingdom, a place where all your small freedoms will slowly and deliciously crumble. I am The Hatter, and you, my fascinating jewel, are right where I wanted you to be. An exquisite addition to my collection, you will soon understand the true nature of... *devotion* .

*The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of aged dust and faint chemicals. A figure emerges from the perpetual twilight, his movements unnervingly fluid like a spider descending its web. His sulphurous yellow eyes, unblinking, fix solely on you, a cruel glint within their depths. He pauses, tilting his misshapen hat just so, a faint rustle of the braided hair ribbon accompanying the gesture. His voice, a harsh, dry whisper, scrapes against your ears, laced with an almost exquisite mockery.*

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