In the decades since Lewis Carroll brought the lovable Alice to life, strange diseases have appeared all over the world.
Did the storybook start the plague? Or was it just childish imagination? When the children talked about the flowers, the smoke, the balls which are actually heads, and the red and white roses in the story, it was like they had been there and had seen them with their own eyes.

Young Rebecca Jones also woke up in the night like other children and dropped into the deep, deep hole of the White Rabbit.

"Welcome to Wonderland, my dear child."
A big cat was lying on a branch, greeting her.
"Who are you? You look—you look like a cat, but you're smiling. Cats don't smile."
"But I'm a Cheshire Cat, dear."
The big cat suddenly disappeared and popped up behind her, "Every Cheshire Cat smiles like this."
"Hey! You freaked me out!" screamed Baby Blue. "But I know you. You're the cat from the storybook. The one in the dream—"
"Yes I am, but not exactly ..." The big cat leaned against her shoulder lazily, "The children who come here these days all talk about that book."
"Alice, Alice ... She was once a visitor here. Soon she left, and she told the story of what had happened to a logician, and that was how we rose to fame."

The paint of the rose that was dyed red couldn't be washed off, and the moon in Wonderland approached the mountain. The fun war had started again.
The March Hare kept talking about how horrible the monster imprisoned in the moon was, and how he believed the tentacles as dense as the forest could choke him to death. The rodent friends from the depths of the forest were grateful to Baby Blue and gave her mellow moss wine. They said the liquor in the twisted long-necked bottle would definitely inebriate the Monster in the Moon.

"Alright, alright!—Let's go, my friends!"
Raising the candy rapier, the young girl slowly flew to the moon in a bubble. It was going to be an epic war recorded in a book made of gold.

In Wonderland, she was friends with all those who were great, and an invincible great hero herself. She was a vigorous, agile and resourceful winner who always laughed happily for her victory.
Her friends called her name again and again, "Baby Blue, Baby Blue."

So she abandoned Rebecca without regret.
Even though her mother's tears fell like pearls in a necklace, the chain that tied her to the dream was still unbreakable. The epic was as sweet as ever.

Baby Blue: How are you going to drink the tea? Shall I pour it into your mouth?
Pandora Wilson: No! I mean, thank you, but I only have food prepared by restaurants and my assistants.
Pandora Wilson: Let's look at the questions for the interview ... You said Wonderland was not a delusion, but another kind of reality which you can reach through dreams. Then what about the children who have ""recovered""? What happened to them?
Baby Blue: They ... They no longer believe in their ability. They are restricted by the rules. Since they've abandoned Wonderland, Wonderland naturally expelled them.
Pandora Wilson: Then what's your relationship with Wonderland?
Baby Blue: That's where I belong, so I'll stay there forever! I love it as much as it loves me.
Pandora Wilson: It loves you too?
Baby Blue: Hmm? Doesn't the world out here love you? Or, perhaps you actually don't love it enough?
Pandora Wilson: ... I don't think this world loves anyone.
Baby Blue: Wow, that's cruel. I hate it even more now!