blueberrygoblin

Had she any choice in the matter, Mimsy still would have come to this place. She had been told to return here, and there was nothing that she took more seriously than her directive. There was no questioning why she had arrived here, then, but where she had arrived was certainly a perplexing puzzle in itself. She could almost discern what this place was intended to be, with the same frustrating sensation as the feeling of knowing something on the tip of one's tongue. A temple? A castle? A labyrinth? A library? None quite fit, but all made more sense than the scenes presented before her. She moved very gradually, one slow step in front of the

“Hello! Have you seen last Thursday as of late? I fear that it has gone missing.” Mimsy knew that voice. She had been working alone in her garden, watering each equidistant plant a precisely equivalent amount. The question had just caused her to overwater one by several milliliters, but she didn't much mind; it was Alice, and Alice was in her kingdom. Excitement coursed through her body at such a rate that she felt as though she might disintegrate into non-existence. “Hello,” Mimsy returned the greeting, smoothing out her dress until she looked more presentable. One wrinkle remained annoyingly persistent, and she brush