[ But eventually, someone needs help. They find their way back inside the tree, wandering alone, looking for something that might fix- well, that's not important. That's not what you're here for, is it?

No, we know what you're here for, don't we? You want to watch.

Perhaps you've taken a wrong turn, or spotted Lion running from something, or you're just as curious as those watching from above. Whatever the circumstances, there's a single, awful moment where the ground isn't where it should be - a wrong step, like missing a stair - as everything twists and falls away and



the cloying darkness of wonderland rushes in to fill the space

you can't breathe, it feels like drowning in an ocean too deep to have ever known stars


and then it stops, and all you can see is curtains, framing- the stage of a theatre? How strange. It's hard to tell if this is a pocket of not-space, or just a moment of weirdness alongside everything else, but it's calm and quiet either way. Almost too quiet. ]

Oh. Oh, that's...

[ At least you're not alone - though from the dawning horror in Lion's voice, that's not a good thing. ]