Alice and the Collapse of Wonder

Years had passed since Wonderland's call, Since teacups danced and towers fell. Alice, now grown but still dreaming, Found a scope upon the window sill. A spiral shimmered in the sky, Alive with stars and whispering lies. She reached out, and the cosmos pulled her through A wormhole drenched in silver-blue. No thud, no fall—just drifting light, With chessboard moons and comets bright. Clocks with wings flew past her eyes, As logic sang its last goodbyes. She landed in a mirrored dome, Where silence wore a crystal tone. A talking orb with a polished gleam Called her the Stitcher of the Dream. "Time leaks, dear girl, from what you knew. The Maw consumes forgotten truths. The Star-Queen's song begins to fade— Her shattered voice must be remade." Through echoing realms and burning skies, Alice met herself in a strange disguise— A queen, a thief, a ghost, a spark— All versions lost within the dark. She found the Song inside a star, Volucris, broken from afar. "I feared the rules," it softly cried. "So chaos bloomed when I had lied." Alice rewrote the tune with flame, Letting paradox replace the tame. The Maw collapsed beneath her voice— A universe reborn by choice.