Wormhole Wonderland

She followed a rabbit stitched from stardust, leaping between planets like lily pads of light. A comet brushed her cheek a whisper, a secret, a scent of home long gone. Her dress, woven from constellations, twirled in zero gravity, threads unraveling into galaxies. The wormhole found her. Not a door, but a pulse, a soft tear in the silence. She stepped in. Light bent like memory. Time folded into origami. She became a thought, a chord, a gasp inside the cosmos. When she landed, a planet blinked. Rings spun like teacups. A queen in a glass crown said: “Wonderland was never down. It was always above.” And Alice floating, smiling, rewrote the stars with her finger.