Sammi took Eriko's hand firmly yet gently, as they began to slip, ever so slowly, down into the rabbit hole. Unlike Alice's hurried fall, their descent was slow, dreamlike, suspended as though time itself had softened to allow them contemplation.
Eriko's eyes widened with intrigue and cautious delight as familiar objects floated by them. An elegantly bound copy of "Liber Interitus" drifted within reach, its aged cover glowing softly with forgotten knowledge.
"Look, Eriko," Sammi whispered tenderly, her fingers grazing the book's edge. "Everything here holds memories."
Eriko nodded, drawn inward yet comforted by Sammi's presence. A delicate manuscript titled "Chuchotet d'Archont" spiraled past, pages gently whispering verses of secret wisdom. Eriko reached instinctively, fingertips brushing against its familiar script.
The further they descended, the more wondrous the artifacts became: delicate teacups painted with roses reminiscent of Florentine gardens, silver teaspoons engraved with initials belonging to beloved poets and philosophers, and beautiful portraits suspended mid-air, painted in soft, nostalgic hues.
At last, softly touching the earth, Sammi and Eriko found themselves amidst an enchanting and whimsical scene. Before them stretched a table abundant with pastries and peculiar delights, colors and aromas vibrant yet calming. Alice herself, alongside the Mad Hatter, the March Hare, and the gentle, sleepy Dormouse, greeted them cheerfully.
"Ah!" exclaimed the Hatter, eyes twinkling, "Just in time for tea!"
Eriko smiled softly, glancing at Sammi, who squeezed her hand reassuringly. Together, they stepped forward, drawn into the warmth and madness of the tea party.
As the conversation flowed delightfully around them—mad riddles intertwined with profound philosophy, nonsense blending beautifully with wisdom—Sammi observed Eriko relaxing into laughter, her thoughtful reserve melting away like sugar into tea. It was a rare and precious sight, and Sammi treasured it deeply.
"This," Eriko whispered warmly into Sammi's ear, "feels like finding ourselves in the pages of our favorite book."
Sammi leaned close, heart full, her voice a gentle murmur, "Or perhaps, beloved, like living our favorite poem."
Surrounded by friends both curious and wise, amid laughter and tender absurdity, Sammi and Eriko discovered that Wonderland was not just a place to visit but a state of heart they carried within themselves—together, forever intertwined.
