Wonderland Aesthetic Novels & Stories

While some bold ones were actually sleeping. Rabbit, however, looked one blink away from collapsing face-first onto his desk. Noah’s eyes narrowed slightly. “…and Wilde uses aestheticism not merely as philosophy,” he continued evenly, voice smooth as he resumed pacing slowly across the front of the room, “but as a shield. Dorian’s obsession with beauty becomes an excuse to separate himself from consequence.” Rabbit’s head dipped again. This time lower. A strand of white hair slipped across his face as he blinked heavily. His pink eyes were surrounded by a sea of pale red.

And so they haven’t seen her again. “She… why is she here…?” the other two young men muttered as they stared at the witch, looking astonished. After all, they have never gotten near the ‘moon goddess’ before since they felt that she is too far from them – that is, she is a ‘goddess’ but they are just… them. So, they didn’t dare to approach her, nor even go near her. In short, they felt that they would offend her… desecrate her. Their ‘goddess’ is truly a ‘goddess’ since she has that otherworldly aura coming from her, which makes them feel awe… and want to worship her.