You know, it's funny how the rabbit seems to always check his watch. No wonder we always find ourselves late, always moving, always... oh, here we go again, down another path winding off into who knows where. It just goes on, doesn't it? Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Sometimes I wonder if the flowers really do talk. Well, they probably say something like "good day" or maybe "what's up." Never quite made it past a simple greeting, but hey, who knows? Maybe tomorrow, or the next loop...
So, what will it be today? Tea with a hatter or maybe a stroll through a garden of peculiar speaking flowers? Choice doesn't matter much when we're just retracing steps, but that’s the charm of it all, isn’t it?
Did you hear? There's a mad tea party happening in a parallel story right now. Or was it yesterday? Time has its own peculiar rhythm here.
Always another door waiting. Creepy? Maybe a little, but who isn't curious about the other side. The others have come and gone, but you seem different... or are you just the same dressed in another hue.
Shadows of Unknown Depths