Chapter-6

I close my eyes for a moment, letting the chaotic energy of Wonderland settle around me. The humming ground, the twisted trees, the charged air—it's all alive, pulsing with secrets just waiting to be unraveled. The question isn't where to look. It's how to make the world tell me what I want to know.

The trees stretch like skeletal fingers, their branches twitching ever so slightly, as if reacting to some unseen force. Could they be watching? Sentient, perhaps? Useful.

The ground, thrumming beneath my feet, carries a strange resonance—steady, rhythmic, almost mechanical. That… is interesting. Could be a clue. Could be a trap. Either way, it's worth noting.

But it's the air that draws my attention most. There's something beneath the usual rustle of corrupted wind. A whisper, faint and fleeting, just on the edge of perception. I tilt my head, attuning myself to it. Wonderland loves its riddles, and I have a feeling this one is worth listening to.

So, I do nothing. I simply listen.

If the land wants to play games, I'll play. And I never lose.