"wнo are yoυ?"
"wнo aм ι? ι've нad мany naмeѕ.
тнe joĸer, red, тнe wнιтe clown,
вυт, none oғ тнeм are wнo ι aм.
ι нave no мore oғ an ιdenтιтy тнen тнe мoon."
Having walked all the way, to wherever he had walked upon, he felt the need to just go backwards to the Castle again. Shrugging the thought off, not wanting to return at that split moment, he happened to pass the Tea party that the Mad Hatter was hosting, with one of the Humans. Raising an eyebrow, he passed by with one glance and continued to walk passed it. He didn't understand any of the Hatters here. Then again, he would think the person or thing that did, lunatic.
People, multiple persons, have told him that he'd be too judgmental to things. Of course, his judgments hadn't been wrong very often, and were almost always somewhat right. He took no pride in it though, as his judging wasn't always fair. He usually ignored these comments and skipped passed them, still judging when he please, and even sometimes when he didn't.
He disliked Underland sometimes. Always a problem somewhere, or a situation coming along. Never anything stayed, not for very long in a place of one, at least. Things in Underland were quite Right Side Down. Or Downside Up. Either way, there was some mishap somewhere, happening. He, and everyone else, could not avoid several of these mishaps. Such as when Alice came again, or when Alice had stayed. Now and days, things were drying up. Seeming less and less of an excitement and more of a problematic state. Of course, no one believed in the Mysteries of Underland, or Wonderland, as Alice called it. According to some, these 'mishaps' were Wonderfully wonderful. They enjoyed the 'Adventure' and overall, did things of some that happened to have created a difference. He sighed, now he was just bored enough to be thinking like a pessimist.
He thought out loud to himself, "I wonder, where I am as of now. How long wandering have I been? Probably near Snud, or Queast. Lest I be nearing the Forests." He looked around, not stopping but still surveying the grounds he was walking on. Soon, the scene changed and he was, of course, walking through Crims, in the Forest. He had, like usual, wandered through and out of the White Queens land of Marmoreal. He was venturing closer to the red Queen's castle, then anything. Amazing how far he could think while walking. "Then again, with that thinking of pessimism I was thinking up, anyone could have gone that same way." He shrugged and wandered through the forest looking at the random things he could spot.
Venturing farther into the forest, the sun began to shine less into it and flowers become more like shrubs and tree roots. Weird bugs crawled around, and not like caterpillars, might he add. The place itself was a place where only non-sun needers could live. That would not be any flowers he knew of. Of course, he didn't pay much attention to flowers, other then making sure not to step on any of them for any purpose. Who said they deserved it? Except for those really annoying ones, and they deserved to be picked right out of the ground.
Making his way through the deeper part and to a clearing was like mad, especially those no great Elephant Ears. The fat things had horrid mouths, spoke nothing but idiocy and nothing but rumors. Not to mention they made the most horrible noise ever. The clearing was quiet, save for a few butter-flies fluttering around, somehow staying in tact and floating around, until some bread flower ate them or something. Wheat, maybe, it was mostly the wheat. After making sure that none of these plants talked, he sat down. Still not wanting to return to the Castle. After all, none would miss him. He wouldn't miss none of them either, practically just a name-by-name basis and a respect tolerance or he would have left several times ago. Leaning against a Tree of Oak, he sighed and wondered what would be going on soon. If anything.