The further down the Rabbit Hole we follow a story, the more likely it is we become a part of it, and are someone new as we near the last page. But after closing a book, it’s never really closed. It lives within our minds, whether we want it to or not, changing things in us that we never knew were even an option.
Sarah and her daughter, Alice, share a quiet life at the edge of a forest, where the days are filled with sewing, laughter, and stories passed down like heirlooms. Together, they leave sugar for the fairies beneath the willow tree. They write poems, exchange scrolls, and speak of the thin place between this world and the next. When a visitor arrives from beyond the Veil, it seems the tales may hold more truth than Sarah ever believed.
As days pass and the boundary between myth and memory softens, Sarah finds herself drawn deeper into a world of folklore, dreams, and whispered promises. The garden hums with secrets. The book on her desk is filled with poems that she feels compelled to read. And Alice, bright, curious, and full of wonder, seems to know more than she ever says.
Lyrical, haunting, and deeply intimate, Alice’s Story Hour is a story within stories, woven across generations and stitched with wonder. It’s a meditation on motherhood, imagination, and the quiet magic that lives between the lines.
