Samantha Down the Rabbit Hole

I didn’t fall into Wonderland—I tore it open.

Once, the rabbit hole promised whimsy.

Now it’s a throat of fog and crooked roots, swallowing light and spitting out truth. The tea is cold, the smiles are wrong, and the rules… the rules are written in panic.

They wanted an Alice to wander wide-eyed through madness, to stay soft, to stay sweet, to stay safe.

But I learned something on the way down: innocence is just a costume people expect you to keep wearing.

So I traded curiosity for command. I kept the blue, kept the bow—just to make the contrast sharper when the mask slips. In this Wonderland, I’m not a guest. I’m the consequence. Every heartbeat is a ticking clock, every shadow a witness, every whisper a dare.

If the cards are looking for a queen to fear—

they just found the girl who stopped being afraid.