“Step into the Wardrobe” — that’s what Alice whispers as she lingers in the doorway of the old cupboard, dressed in a faded gown stained by the past. They say that if you accept her invitation, the doors will close on their own, and behind them a corridor opens that doesn’t belong to this house. The walls there smell of damp earth, and you can hear faint lullabies from those who stepped inside long ago. Alice never walks ahead of you — she waits just behind, making sure you don’t turn around while the hallway lasts, for no one knows what happens to those who try to look back at her in the dark.