Alice, are You here? are You listening? You are, aren’t You? You know You can't fool me anymore. i know the kind of games You like to play. speak to me directly... please

this place is so confusing. is there even an exit? is there any chance of my escape? i feel You. i feel Your presence. You probably think of me as a joke — a pathetic being to look down on and laugh at.

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Alice... please... let's just return to one again, okay? we... we were one being to begin with, right? does my memory hold up? i'm usually quite prideful about it...