A melody...
Soft at first...
So distant one might mistake it for memory...
Yet it continues...
Turning slowly through the mechanism... old music box hidden somewhere beyond sight...
The mist gathers...
Surrounds ... Surrounds...
Thick enough to blur your way... thin enough to reveal shapes one wishes had remained concealed...
Wonderland...
An amusing name...
Places are often given beautiful names... to hide what lives within them...
The melody continues...
Patient... Strong...
Hypnotic... More and more...
Curious minds further down forgotten paths...
A weathered billboard leans beside the road...
Its paint cracked by time...
Message fights decay...
The show must go on...
The show must go on...
How reassuring...
And yet...
One senses that something is wrong...
The stars above...
The shadows stretch...
In new unnatural way...
Darkness crosses the street...
Unhurried...
Confident...
An old bicycle rests nearby...
Locked...
Abandoned...
Its rust spreading like a slow disease...
No train just silence...
A reminder...
Not everyone who enters finds their way...
The clown...
Not laughing...
Not smiling...
Watching...
When Hunt begin....
People expect monsters to announce themselves...
His eyes remain fixed upon you...
Searching...
Selecting...
Waiting...
You are the prey...
The hunt began long before you noticed it...
The melody slows...
The mist closes behind you...
And somewhere in the darkness...
Wonderland opens its arms...
