Prompt:
In this haunting vision, the once whimsical tea party is transformed into a scene of eerie desolation. The forest that surrounds them is no longer lush and green but twisted and barren, with trees that look like skeletal hands reaching out from the earth. Their branches are gnarled and broken, and the sky above is a sickly yellow, casting an unnatural glow over the scene.
At the center of this nightmare sits Alice, her once cheerful dress now tattered and stained. Her face is pale, almost translucent, with wide eyes that reflect a deep sense of fear and confusion. Her hair is disheveled, clinging to her face as if swept by an unseen wind. She clutches a teacup, its surface cracked, with dark liquid seeping out like blood.
Beside her, the Mad Hatter looms, his features distorted into something grotesque. His smile is too wide, revealing teeth that are sharp and uneven. His hat is tilted at an odd angle, the brim frayed and worn. His red hair seems to flicker like flames, casting shadows on his sunken cheeks. His eyes gleam with a mad light, as if he sees things that aren't there.
The March Hare, once a charming figure, is now a horrific sight. His body is emaciated, the fur patchy and falling away to reveal rotting flesh beneath. His eyes are sunken, his smile a grimace of pain or madness. He leans forward, as if ready to pounce, his claws scratching at the table.
The Dormouse is curled up on the table, its small body hunched and trembling. Its fur is matted, and its beady eyes dart nervously around the scene, as if expecting something terrible to happen at any moment.
The table itself is a scene of decay. The teacups are chipped and cracked, their contents dark and viscous. The tablecloth is stained with what looks like old blood or some other unspeakable liquid. In the background, shadows move just beyond the edge of vision, and strange, distorted figures seem to watch from behind the twisted trees.
Every element in this scene is imbued with a sense of dread and unease, as if the very air is thick with the weight of unseen horrors waiting to unfold. The once playful tea party has become a gathering of lost souls in a forgotten, nightmarish world.
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