A little way past the ordinary
Down the Rabbit Hole
Alice followed a hurried white rabbit beneath the roots of an old tree. The earth opened like a door, and down she drifted through a twilight full of turning clocks, teacups, and half-remembered questions.
At the bottom, the Mad Hatter had set three cups beside a tiny locked gate. “The way out,” he said, “is for those who can tell what time it is when every clock has stopped.”
A grin appeared in the branches above them. The Cheshire Cat blinked, leaving only its eyes. “Listen to the riddle, Alice. Wonderland always leaves a way through.”
On the gate, a brass plate caught the moonlight. Alice brushed away the dust and read the puzzle aloud.
Layer 3 · Narrative and puzzle interface