And all the King’s horses and all the King’s men, Couldn’t put Humpty together again. But a boy with no name, a doll with no heart, Found the shell in the dark, and he mended the part. He wound up the key, he set the gears right, And gave the egg a new soul, a beautiful, terrible light.
“I am Alice,” she stated, tilting her head like a curious bird. “The B-Rabbit. And you… you smell of the Tragedy.” pandora heart oz
With a single, elegant swing of her scythe, she cut the chain binding his ankle to the floor of the Abyss. Pain, white-hot and glorious, flooded back into his limbs. He was real again. He was solid. And as the Abyss screamed in protest, she pulled him through the door. And all the King’s horses and all the