"Tales Told as the Words Weaved, their Journey of Life a done Destiny, yet they Struggled. And the Wheel of Fate Crumpled, Centered on Determination.
The Walls Fell."

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A #WRITCO Disney Series
(Unauthorized)
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HERE
AND NO
FURTHER!

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As they tiptoed into the castle, the air practically sparkled with magic, as if someone had decided that a blender full of glitter was the perfect way to set the mood. The walls were adorned with tapestries that looked like they had been crafted by a hyperactive toddler on a sugar high, showcasing everything from epic battles to serene landscapes, and a few creatures that seemed to have stumbled out of a particularly bad acid trip. One tapestry featured a dragon lounging on a beach, sipping a coconut drink with a tiny umbrella—because, of course, dragons need hydration too. Another depicted a knight in shining armor being chased by a flock of furious geese, their wings flapping like they were auditioning for a reality show. The sheer absurdity of it all made Alice chuckle, prompting her to ponder the stories behind each vibrant scene. Laughter and music swirled around them like a warm hug from an overly enthusiastic uncle, beckoning them deeper into the castle's party zone, where the atmosphere buzzed with excitement and a hint of chaos.

The grand hall opened up like a surprise birthday party gone off the rails, with light streaming through stained glass windows that cast colorful patterns on the polished stone floor—perfect for a game of hopscotch or an impromptu dance-off. The vibrant colors danced across the floor, illuminating the faces of characters from every story imaginable, mingling as if they were at a high school reunion for fictional beings. There was a charming mix of fairy tale heroes, mischievous villains, and whimsical creatures, all sharing tales and laughs as if they were in on an inside joke that no one else was privy to. A plucky little fairy flitted by, her wings shimmering like a disco ball, while a grumpy troll grumbled about the noise, secretly tapping his foot to the infectious beat of the music. It was a celebration of freedom, a gathering of those who had finally kicked the Keeper to the curb and said, "Not today, buddy!"

"This is incredible!" Alice squealed, her eyes wide enough to rival saucers. She could hardly believe they had gone from a dark, creepy chamber to this vibrant fiesta of life and possibility. "Look at all these characters! They've found their own paths, just like we're trying to do! And I thought my last tea party was wild!" She spotted the Mad Hatter, balancing a teacup on his head while performing an elaborate jig, his mismatched socks peeking out from beneath his oversized trousers, and couldn't help but giggle. Nearby, the Cheshire Cat lounged lazily on a chandelier, his grin wide and mischievous, as if he knew secrets that no one else did.

Scar stepped forward, surveying the scene like a bouncer at a nightclub. "We need to connect with them, to understand their stories and see how we can unite our strengths," he said, trying to sound serious while secretly eyeing a particularly large turkey leg being devoured by a giant ogre nearby. The ogre's eyes rolled back in bliss as he took another massive bite, grease dripping down his chin. "But let's not get too carried away. The Keeper could still be lurking around, waiting for the perfect...