Cheshire Cat Monologue Instant

At first, he was just a grin. A crescent of luminous, disembodied teeth floating six feet off the ground. Then, as if remembering he had an audience, the eyes appeared—two emerald slits that blinked slowly, one after the other, like distant lighthouses.

The grin winked out.

Alice folded her arms. “I wasn’t aware we had an appointment.” Cheshire Cat Monologue

The Duchess’s pepper-pot had long since stopped sneezing, the Queen’s croquet match had devolved into its usual charming chaos of screams and decapitations, and even the Hatter had run out of bad puns. The quiet was, for Wonderland, suspicious.

Alice sat alone for a long time. The toadstool had stopped squeaking. At first, he was just a grin

Alice felt the ground tilt. Not dangerously. Just… reorienting.

“That’s not helpful.”

Alice found him on a branch of the old Twistwood Tree, which grew in impossible directions—some limbs pointing down into the earth, others curling into their own knots like thoughts trying to escape.