Prologue
A Place of Nowhere
Somewhere in this world…or perhaps it resides within another less traversed land, or even in the depths of our very own minds (for surely it must reside someplace or else we would not be speaking of it at this very moment), is a small white room. Now, why and where this room is does not really matter, all that does is who is in this room and when will this individual leave it. Because, right now, that small, pale, blonde haired boy, who lays on the cold (or so it certainly looks cold, all bare and white like that) ground of that small room, all sense's locked from the outside world, is the key we have been searching for.
What key you might ask?
The key to our survival, to mine, to yours, to his, to anyone of any race, sex or religion who dares to shut his or her eyes and leave their boring, unremarkable, down right mundane lives, for a chance to revel in the impossible, the illogical, the absolutely insane.
For anyone who dares to take a moment to dream as if they were children again, free from the worlds restrictions.
This small boy has come to save our dreams, because like many others before him, a world of wonders has called upon his youthful curiosity, to save it's people from the chaos of ones heart.
So what if he's a little Mad.
We can't help that. We're all Mad here.
It is only those that let the Madness rule them that lose their way.
That is… if they have a way to lose.
If not they must find one, because it is dreadfully boring to simply sit in one place for all eternity.
Ask the boy in the little white room, he most certainly knows, although he is a little bit unresponsive as of late, and even if you were to ask, he has a very short temper and is impossibly rude, so the likelihood of you getting a fair answer is not very good.
Nevertheless Wonderland needs a new Alice.
I suppose he'll have to do for now…
…Unless you would care to offer your services, you do seem like a nice, polite young individual, would you like to be our Alice?
I did not think so.
Let the story begin.