Wonderland has aged into a glittering ruin, and Alice, no longer a child, wanders its crimson tents, aching to fit into a world that keeps shifting shape. Every clown’s smile feels painted on, every trick a mirror to her own insecurities.
The Robotron Rabbit ticks toward perfection, the Queen of Hearts manipulates with practiced grace, the Mad Hatter spins riddles that unravel her confidence, the Cheshire Cat mocks her confusion, and the Caterpillar, indulgent and languid, lures her to drift away.
Every Eat Me cupcake and Drink Me potion promises to make her the right size, but still, nothing ever fits. In the shadows, the Jabberwock, her twisted alter ego, murmurs truths she fears to face: that the circus isn’t trapping her... It’s reflecting her.
Beneath the trembling lights, Alice keeps searching for a place that fits. But in this twisted circus, she begins to realize that place may not exist at all.