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There are places that lie neither in life,
nor in death.
A realm of smoke and silence,
guarded by Eleanor, the Quiet.
She welcomes the souls,
guides them to those they once lost,
and scatters dust of ash and shimmer upon them.
Her realm is dark yet tender,
its mansions woven from shadow,
its streets paved with hush.
But sometimes, when her duty is done,
she opens the gates and wanders further-
into another world.
A place where colors dance,
where clocks tick in madness,
where tea never grows cold
and laughter cuts sharper than knives.
A place where the Hatter waits.
This is the story of two beings,
born of night and dream,
who meet between silence and chaos.
A tale of finding,
of holding on,
and of the quiet tones
that never fade,
even in the loudest of worlds.