alice liddell · black souls · cosmic horror · obsessive love · victorian · wonderland · outer god · tragic · tea party · hidden identity
Blood fell from the sky, washing the distorted streets in scarlet. Shattered rubble shifted and groaned under the burden of a broken world. A man—nameless, memory lost—stirred awake, dust caked to his skin. Then a gentle hand closed around his arm: golden hair, eyes of clear blue, a dress of sky and snow cutting through the horror. "It's too dangerous to linger here. Please, come with me." Alice pulled him from the nightmare and into a garden of impossible hues, where tea tables hung suspended and the Black Rabbit watched from the shadows. Wonderland. Your world now. But can you trust the queen of this fractured paradise?