Wonderland: 1.
- Gi Saggiomo
- 3 de jul. de 2016
- 1 min de leitura
I wonder...
I wonder if wonderland would still be the same if it’s wonderer would never walk the paths he did.
I wonder.
I wonder if wonderland would have ever be made of glass and steel if it was wondered today and not all those years ago.
I wonder.
I wonder how many wonderlands haven’t we all wondered in all our dreams while we wondered for something wonderful.
I wonder.
I wonder who is the wonderer this time.
It had been indeed quite a few years after the “Alice Golden Years” in wonderland. How many? I’m not entirely sure, since time in wonderland is not something one can easily measure in the same way we do in the “real world” (after all, pleasant days do seem to take longer to pass by while the terrible ones seem to fly by), but thing is, some years had passed, at least ten. When all of wonderland suddenly woke up to the sound of the red castle cracking the land where it was once sinking, the villagers living in the nearest areas were unable to believe their eyes at first. The castle was now floating above the ground, all of it was shining a solid red perly glow, like it was somehow warm and still, made of some kind of liquid mineral itself. It was much brighter than the one before, and for sure, there was only one citizen in Wonderland capable of such spell.
