Alice in Hell #020

“Alice and the Cob from the Cornfield” stands motionless among the tall stalks, clutching an ear of corn in her hands. They say the field was once full of life, until one day a mist settled and erased every sign of people. Since then, at times you can hear the rustling of leaves without wind, as if someone is moving through the rows. Alice only watches, her eyes gleaming like the kernels she holds — as if she knows the secret behind why the corn grows thicker here than anywhere else.