A crazed tea party in the heart of a twisted forest. Currently, the big clock above your head at the entrance says plainly "6:00". You can't tell if it means morning or night, or if it can move considering the ticker isn't there.
For some reason theres a mouse snoozing bubbles out of the spout of the teapot, well one of thirty... or is it more?
A hare hops from chair to chair slathering things with jam and sugar, or sugar flavored jam. Don't eat any of the sweets you might find a clock piece baked into them.
The hatter is laying on the table. If you want to go up to him and find out if he's unconscious be our guest, though it is highly not recommended. However someone has to wake him up ts just won't be us.
So ignoring all of these plain to see creatures there is you, them, we, us, they, etc.
So who my dearest beloved,
may you be?
