It's a world where fairies rewrite every book they touch,
Where demons fill in for gods,
And gods fill in for demons.
Where stories are written without being read
And no one can be sure which book is theirs.
It has land to walk on,
Gaps to fall in,
And other ends to come out of.
You might see humans
Or you might go a lifetime without meeting one.
There's art and science and even magic,
But in the end it's all just rituals.
44 circles of hell surround it
With one witch for each.
There's places where
Mountains are upside down,
People don't meet a second time,
Half the population goes by the name of Alice,
Languages are forbidden.
Yet despite all that, someone, somewhere, is trying to speak the truth.