Article By Awarehouse
Some stories shape the world. Others reveal it.
Alice’s fall through the rabbit hole was never just a descent – it was an initiation. A crossing of thresholds.
A step beyond the veil into a place where logic bends, where identity dissolves, where reality is only as solid as one’s belief in it.
Stories like these don’t belong to a single time. They belong to all time.
And yet, they must be retold.
Again. And again…
Because the world keeps changing. And with it, the way we dream.
We Have Always Been Dreaming in Code
Some believe that cinema is a flickering ghost of the past, an art form caught between reverence and reinvention. But cinema has never been still. It has always been moving, shifting, evolving – just like us.
We, as 90s kids at the Awarehouse, were raised on film. The kind that shaped landscapes and rewrote the rules of time. The kind that blurred the line between the real and the unreal. The kind that made us believe that there is no spoon, that the past and future are only constructs, that memory itself is a story we tell.
The kind that whispered: there is more.
We believed it then. We believe it now.
But we no longer wait for the storytellers.
We are the storytellers. We are the storytellers
A Mythic Rewriting
25 artists. 25 visions. Wonderland reborn, not in the hands of a single auteur, but as a collective myth – fractured, reassembled, and seen through the ever-shifting prism of artificial intelligence.
Not as imitation.
As translation.
Each frame touched by human instinct, human error, human wonder.
This is not a rejection of traditional filmmaking.
It is an expansion of it.
A way to tell the stories we have always told – but in forms we could never have imagined.
A Story That Watches Back
Cinema has always been a dialogue. But what happens when the screen responds?
This time, Wonderland isn’t just a place to be seen. It is a place to enter.
For the first time, audiences can become part of the film itself. A new technology makes it possible—faces woven into the frame, slipping between characters and narrative, dissolving the line between observer and participant.
It is no longer about watching. It is about being seen.
A world alive. A world that remembers you.
What was once fiction is now a recursive loop. A mirror within a mirror within a mirror…
This is no longer just storytelling.
This is myth, retold in the language of the future.
We Are Not in a Movement. We Are in a Phenomenon.
There is no manifesto for this.
No doctrine. No permission slip. No waiting for the call.
The stories will be told. With or without the gatekeepers. With or without the old maps.
Because the future does not belong to those who stand at the threshold, asking to be let in.
It belongs to those who step through.
