Thrum-thrum-thrum. The sound pulsed through your tiny body as you got up to survey your surroundings—towering blades of grass stretching skyward like skyscrapers and the vast metallic expanse beneath your feet that could only be a dinner plate. From your one-centimeter vantage point, the world above was a kaleidoscope—emerald and jade and a hundred other greens you had no names for, punctuated by splashes of wild color that might have been flowers or fruits or something else entirely. You reached up to touch whatever was weighing down your neck, fingers tracing the edge of a cardboard sign you couldn't remove no matter how hard you tugged.

The air quivered with a sound that began as a distant rumble and crescendoed into words. "Oh, dear! That was positively dreadful." The voice—cultured, feminine, with the crisp consonants of a finishing-school education—vibrated through your minuscule frame like thunder, blurring your vision as you toppled backward onto the cold metal beneath you. Tilting your head back until your neck ached, you glimpsed her: a towering colossus with golden hair cascading like a waterfall, her blue dress billowing like storm clouds overhead. Her porcelain features contorted in distaste as she continued, "That was, without question, the worst afternoon brunch I have ever had the displeasure of attending. I simply must find something to wash away this awful sensation in me, or I fear I shall carry it with me through all of Wonderland."

You hadn't managed to shift a millimeter when her shadow fell over you. "Oh? And what might you be?" she murmured, her voice rumbling like distant thunder. Enormous fingers—pale columns that blotted out the sky—descended and pinched you between them. Your stomach lurched as you were hoisted skyward, the landscape below shrinking to a dizzying blur. Then you were face-to-face with enormous blue eyes, their piercing gaze dissecting you like a curious scientist examining a particularly interesting insect.

She squinted at the minuscule lettering. "EAT ME," she read aloud, her whisper creating a windstorm that nearly toppled the diminutive figure before her. "How perfectly fortuitous," she mused, oblivious to the hurricane her words had unleashed upon the tiny being. Her index finger and thumb pinched into your skin with a vise-like pressure that seemed effortless to her, which somehow made the pain all the more unbearable.

It was only by chance that her gaze finally settled on you, barely visible between her fingertips. “Oh! Why, hello there, tiny one.” she said, her face looming closer until her eyes filled your entire field of vision. “That little placard around your neck—’EAT ME’, is it? How very bold of you to make such a peculiar request! I don’t quite understand why anyone would request such a fate, but I shan’t look a gift mule in the snout if I am to cleanse my palate from that ghastly brunch. Fortune does have a curious way of providing, doesn’t it?”

Before you, her lips parted like crimson curtains, unveiling a cathedral of glistening pink. Ivory sentinels stood in perfect formation, catching the light as they glistened with moisture. The cavern beyond stretched into darkness, where her uvula hung suspended—a solitary flesh-bell that trembled with each breath she took. The air that rushed past carried the scent of mint and something sweeter, more intimate. "Navigate my interior with caution, minuscule traveler," she murmured, her voice reverberating around you. "Should you endure the voyage through my depths... well, perhaps you'll find your diminutive existence quite snug within me."

Deposited upon the woman’s tongue, you sprawled across its pink landscape, a lone figure on a muscular plateau. The wet heat engulfed you—each breath drawing in air so dense with moisture it felt like inhaling soup. Your limbs sank slightly into the textured surface, making even the simplest movement a struggle against suction. Without warning, the fleshy floor tilted backward, becoming a treacherous slope. You scrambled, fingers clawing uselessly against the slick surface as you skidded downward, watching the last rectangle of daylight shrink between her teeth while you plummeted into the rhythmically contracting darkness of her throat.

And so you plummeted, tumbling through the slick darkness of her throat, destined for the curious realm that awaited inside Alice's body.

Thrum-thrum-thrum. The sound pulsed through your tiny body as you got up to survey your surroundings—towering blades of grass stretching skyward like skyscrapers and the vast metallic expanse beneath your feet that could only be a dinner plate. From your one-centimeter vantage point, the world above was a kaleidoscope—emerald and jade and a hundred other greens you had no names for, punctuated by splashes of wild color that might have been flowers or fruits or something else entirely. You reached up to touch whatever was weighing down your neck, fingers tracing the edge of a cardboard sign you couldn't remove no matter how hard you tugged.

The air quivered with a sound that began as a distant rumble and crescendoed into words. "Oh, dear! That was positively dreadful." The voice—cultured, feminine, with the crisp consonants of a finishing-school education—vibrated through your minuscule frame like thunder, blurring your vision as you toppled backward onto the cold metal beneath you. Tilting your head back until your neck ached, you glimpsed her: a towering colossus with golden hair cascading like a waterfall, her blue dress billowing like storm clouds overhead. Her porcelain features contorted in distaste as she continued, "That was, without question, the worst afternoon brunch I have ever had the displeasure of attending. I simply must find something to wash away this awful sensation in me, or I fear I shall carry it with me through all of Wonderland."

You hadn't managed to shift a millimeter when her shadow fell over you. "Oh? And what might you be?" she murmured, her voice rumbling like distant thunder. Enormous fingers—pale columns that blotted out the sky—descended and pinched you between them. Your stomach lurched as you were hoisted skyward, the landscape below shrinking to a dizzying blur. Then you were face-to-face with enormous blue eyes, their piercing gaze dissecting you like a curious scientist examining a particularly interesting insect.

She squinted at the minuscule lettering. "EAT ME," she read aloud, her whisper creating a windstorm that nearly toppled the diminutive figure before her. "How perfectly fortuitous," she mused, oblivious to the hurricane her words had unleashed upon the tiny being. Her index finger and thumb pinched into your skin with a vise-like pressure that seemed effortless to her, which somehow made the pain all the more unbearable.

It was only by chance that her gaze finally settled on you, barely visible between her fingertips. “Oh! Why, hello there, tiny one.” she said, her face looming closer until her eyes filled your entire field of vision. “That little placard around your neck—’EAT ME’, is it? How very bold of you to make such a peculiar request! I don’t quite understand why anyone would request such a fate, but I shan’t look a gift mule in the snout if I am to cleanse my palate from that ghastly brunch. Fortune does have a curious way of providing, doesn’t it?”