Through The Looking Glass

Dekisugi often wondered about his own wonderland-what it might look like, how it might feel. The wonderland that Alice had visited was a realm of magic and madness, a place where the rules of reality bent like the whims of a playful breeze. He remembered being lost in his thoughts when he had first read the book, wondering if such a world could truly exist beyond the pages of fiction.

Living in a house that seemed to house more whispers of bygone days than living souls, the yearning for a place as enchanting as Wonderland took root. He envisioned a place that would be as vibrant and lively as fireworks illuminating the night sky, a haven where every corner would be filled with the essence of possibility.

The idea of a wonderland where anything could happen, where the ordinary could transform into the extraordinary-well, it was captivating to his past self who longed for something extraordinary. He spent countless nights dreaming of dragons and castles, of leprechauns and gold, or love and laughter.

It wouldn't hurt to just breathe, would it?