The white rabbit, a jittery figure with rabbit ears perched atop his head and a ticking pocket watch clutched in his paw, scurried past a weeping willow tree. But this wasn't just *any* rabbit. This was Bray Wyatt, a sinister grin plastered on his face, murmuring, "Tick-tock, time is fleeting... Follow the buzzards, Alice." And Alice, or rather, Alexa Bliss, with her porcelain skin, pigtails adorned with miniature glowing fireflies, and an unsettlingly serene smile, skipped after him.

  This wasn't the Wonderland of storybooks; this was a twisted, surreal reflection born from the deepest recesses of Bray Wyatt's mind. "Mr. Wyatt?" Alexa chirped, her voice like the tinkling of broken glass. "Where are we going? Is the Mad Hatter ready for tea?" Bray Wyatt chuckled, a low rumble that shook the ground. "The Hatter... he's been having a *rough* time, little Alice. Losing his mind, piece by piece. But don't you worry. We'll help him find it. We'll *play* with him."

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  They descended into a rabbit hole filled not with plush velvet and gilded furniture, but with cobwebs thicker than cotton candy and whispers that slithered through the air. The familiar Wonderland landscape was warped and grotesque. The Queen of Hearts' rose garden was now overgrown with thorny vines that pulsed with a faint, malevolent energy. The Cheshire Cat's grin was wider, sharper, and filled with rows of needle-like teeth. Alexa, however, seemed unperturbed. In fact, she seemed to *thrive* in this chaotic environment.

  She giggled, reaching out to stroke a monstrous, glowing caterpillar with unsettlingly human eyes. "He's cute, Mr. Wyatt. Can we keep him?" "He's just one of the family, Alexa," Bray Wyatt said, his eyes gleaming with an unholy light. "And we're about to have a *tea party* to die for."