Ghosts of Underland

Alice stumbled upon the unmoving unbody of that which once lived, half become one with the ground she tread on. She screamed and ran, trampling over the corpses of so many more things that she once depended on. When they called to her, she could not look back.
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In the clearing where the moon lay, Alice sat herself down to rest. A glowing something set itself down beside her, twinkling and sighing. But Alice did not see it, and, when she collapsed of exhaustion, landed upon its delicate frame.
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Another unmoving dead to haunt the next passerby, two or three more, five or ten, a thousand. We are all trampling, falling, killing machines, filling the world with the death of our passing. It is who we are.