Alice in Hell #019

“Alice and the Sunflower Field” stands among the towering blooms, her dress the same shade as their petals, clutching a blood-stained sickle. They say the field whispers at night, as though the wind carries voices long gone. Some claim people once wandered between the sunflowers and never returned, while the petals looked darker the next day. Alice simply stands there, her enormous eyes catching the last traces of light, as if she knows the secret of the soil where the flowers grow so tall.