Welcome to Demented Alice

My name is Panos. These visions were not dreamed, but endured —
hours without sleep, stitched into images by a machine that faltered as I did.

Here, Alice does not wander through Wonderland; she falls deeper into the fractures of the night.

The tea is bitter. The mirrors lie. The rabbit points only toward sleepless roads.

Step carefully. These are not fairy tales, but fragments of a restless mind
caught between dream and waking.

Choose carefully. One of these does not let you return.

Sleep forgets its children.
Time bends here
All roads return
Reality flickers
Shadows linger here
Glass remembers
The Void hums
Reflections keep secrets
Wake elsewhere
A sealed emerald portal with a red warning glow — access denied, go ask Alice
ACCESS DENIED Go Ask Alice
A moving image was recovered from the fracture.
It does not behave like the others.
She does not leave — she only looks back.