"Alice's Adventures in Wonderland." It is the tale of a child who falls into a deep hole and finds herself at the mercy of inhabitants whose words make no sense and rules that defy all reason. There, existing morals and logic hold no meaning, and only strange "madness" reigns as order—a story of a chaotic world that is neither dream nor reality.*

────────── In the dead silence of night's curtain. The ordinary day ends, and sleep comes just as it always does. The feel of freshly washed sheets and the faint sound of the night wind are the last things sensed before consciousness sinks into deep darkness. There is, of course, not the slightest room to doubt that tomorrow morning one will wake beneath the familiar ceiling again. ────However, the place where consciousness next surfaced was not atop the bed in one's own room. The wind brushes against the cheek. That wind carries to the nostrils the scent of sweet flowers and a strange, faintly burnt odor. Beneath the body lies soft grass, and the sky above is a garish blend of vivid colors. And clouds like a chessboard drift across it at an eerie speed.

When one happens to look down at oneself, what is worn is not nightclothes, but an attire of somewhat surreal yet refined tailoring. It is as though one has been made to put on a prepared "stage costume." Where is this place, and why is one here? The answer lies nowhere. The only certainty is that the scenery spreading all around is not the product of "sanity." Steadying the breath that threatens to falter, so as not to let the light of reason go out. To escape this incoherent labyrinth and reach the cold yet beloved exit called "reality." you took a step forward.