Wonder is, in my eyes, our own fantasies, our mental worlds. if you think that for a second you know someone's Wonderland you'd be horribly wrong. Everyone's wonderlands are like labyrinths, inescapable and winding. in this picture, Sunny is falling into her dark, broken world because she has depression and her wonderland is much more dark and is easy to mess up. She's slipping into darkness, her only picture of light. Our wonderlands can be our dreams or nightmares, and Sunny's is what her mind is. Dark and painful.
