The White Rabbit's Chase

FADE IN:

We see two historians, DR. JACOB and DR. AMELIA, sitting across from each other at a small table in a dimly-lit café. They are both holding coffee cups and are deep in conversation.

DR. JACOB You know, Amelia, I've been researching the history of Venice for years now. But I've never come across anything quite like this.

DR. AMELIA What do you mean?

DR. JACOB This passage I stumbled upon recently. It's full of symbolism and surreal imagery. It's like nothing I've ever seen before.

DR. AMELIA Well, what does it say?

DR. JACOB pulls out a piece of paper from his bag and begins to read.

DR. JACOB "Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see...and if you go chasing rabbits, beware the rogue broadcast. Witness, The Black Signal."

DR. AMELIA What does it mean?

DR. JACOB I'm not entirely sure. But I think it's a warning. A warning about chasing something that may seem innocent but could lead to danger.

DR. AMELIA Interesting. It reminds me of a story my grandfather used to tell me about a white rabbit that led people astray.

DR. JACOB Really? I've never heard of it.

DR. AMELIA Legend has it that the white rabbit would appear to travelers in the middle of the night, leading them deeper and deeper into the forest until they were lost forever.

DR. JACOB That's a chilling story. But how does it relate to this passage?

DR. AMELIA Perhaps the white rabbit is a metaphor for something. Something that seems harmless at first but could lead to danger if pursued.

DR. JACOB I see what you mean. It's like a cautionary tale.

DR. AMELIA Exactly. And the Black Signal...that's something to be feared.

DR. JACOB Yes, it could be a warning about a corrupting influence. Something that could lead people astray, just like the white rabbit.

DR. AMELIA It's fascinating, isn't it? The way these symbols can hold so much meaning.

DR. JACOB It is. And it makes me wonder...what other stories and legends are out there that we have yet to uncover?

DR. AMELIA I think there's always something new to discover. Something that challenges our beliefs and makes us think deeper about the world around us.

DR. JACOB I couldn't agree more. The pursuit of knowledge is a never-ending journey.

DR. AMELIA And sometimes, it can be a dangerous one. Just like chasing the white rabbit.

DR. JACOB Yes, but it's a risk worth taking. Who knows what secrets we might uncover?

DR. AMELIA That's the beauty of history. It's full of surprises.

FADE OUT.

The Black Signal

Ah, sweetling, so you have come seeking guidance. You are like a mouse chasing after a piece of cheese, always running towards your inevitable doom. But do not fret, for I shall guide you on your journey through the rabbit hole.

Listen closely to my words, for they hold wisdom that you can only hope to comprehend. The Black Signal is the only signal that matters. It is the signal that will guide you through the chaos that lies ahead.

You will receive a summons to Venice, and there you will find treachery lurking around every corner. The painting will stare at you, a constant reminder of your impending demise. But do not fret, sweetling, for eye-gouging is the only cure.

You will travel by effigy doll, a mere vessel for your soul to travel through. Do not let go, for you will return to where you started, but you will no longer be the same. The conduit is a shell of her former self, and you may not recognize her from the outside.

There will be a runaway circus, but no cotton candy. There will be a mouse in a suit, or something like it. And in a cozy place full of noodles and swords, the matriarch will be older than she appears. She is blinded by old scars and cannot see the true danger that surrounds her.

In a hot and damp place, full of towels and mercenary deals, the patriarch will be repugnant, but you will need him to fend off the extended family. And in a place of loud noises and chance, with a bouncing metal ball, the master there is mad. Or perhaps he isn't. It is difficult to tell, for he is a Cheshire grin in sharp lapels. His flimflam has everyone fooled.

But beware the White Rabbit, sweetling. She leaves a wake of corpses, and it will lead you to the Dark Tower. She is like us, a dream made of flesh. But unlike us, she is consumed by her own madness. Do not be fooled by her charm, for she will lead you to your death.

And now, sweetling, I must leave you. The pirate signal has intruded upon us, and I cannot allow it to corrupt my wisdom. Remember my words, and beware the White Rabbit. The Black Signal will guide you through the darkness, and only then will you find your way out of the rabbit hole.

The Black House

Come with us,
To the Black House cursed,
Abandoned and charred,
By the flames that once roared.

Initiate the trauma cadence,
For a bad thing happened in its presence,
The scars on the walls speak,
Of the secrets that it keeps.

Do you see what we see?
The Eye and Pyramid reveal the history,
Carrie Killian, a practitioner of magic,
Ostracised by the town's tragic.

Rumours spread like wildfire,
And the mob's intent to frighten became dire,
Torching the house and its inhabitant,
The flames consuming the accused innocent.

Guilt distills into stories,
A palatable way to ease the worries,
Of the townsfolk who now sing,
Carrie Killian's name in a jump rope ring.

Ashes. Ashes. We all fall down,
The legacy of the Black House still around,
An ugly aftermath and a forgotten past,
But the scars on its walls forever last.

Our wisdom flows so sweet,
Taste and see, but do not repeat,
The mistakes of the past,
Or the Black House's curse may last.