My Wonderland Nightmare.
Love is in the ice, Ice is in the air. Glass trees all around me, but nobody's there. The sea breeze is transformed, the crystals are in bloom. The flowers call my name, slowly spelling out my doom. A fantasy of creatures, dolls and golliwogs alike. Their eyes are full of malice, knives held glinting in the light. Look at these monstrosities, I must be in the world below. For nowhere else will you ever find demons in Fire's deadly glow.