A Letter from Alice, Queen of Hearts, Mad Hatter, and Absolute Chaos
Dearest Insanely Curious Soul,
How utterly delightful that you’ve stumbled, tumbled, or otherwise crashed into my little corner of madness. Not everyone is bold enough to step through the looking glass, and yet—here you are.
Brave? Foolish? Intrigued beyond reason?
Good.
Now, let’s get something straight. The fairy tales you think you know? Lies. Twisted. Watered-down bedtime nonsense meant to keep you from asking the real questions.
Little Red? Not a helpless girl. Rapunzel? Oh, darling, she wasn’t waiting for a rescue—she was plotting an escape. And as for me? Let’s just say I never needed a rabbit to lead me anywhere.
I am Alice, and I have rewritten my own story a thousand times.
Queen of Hearts? Yes, and I stack the deck.
Mad Hatter? Of course—because sanity is terribly overrated.
And I spill the tea hotter than any cursed potion in Wonderland.
But be warned, my dear guest.
This is not a tea party for the faint of heart. My cup holds secrets, venomous truths, and a splash of delightful scandal. You’ll never know if I’m pouring you wisdom or pure mischief—but one thing’s certain: you won’t leave the same.
So, pull up a chair, darling.
Take a sip.
Let the madness begin.
Yours Madly,
Alice
Queen of Hearts, Mad Hatter, and the One Who Laughs at the Rules
P.S. "We’re all mad here"—but I? I am madness itself.
P.P.S. Should you choose to leave, well…
No one ever leaves my tea parties unchanged. Consider yourself warned.
