| You find yourself in a quiet glade, surrounded by tall trees. It's night here, yet everything is lit by the soft glow of the full moon. It seems to be spring here - yet it always seems like spring here. Flowers are blooming. Things are growing. Nocturnal animals are scurring to and fro. Your ears even catch the song of a night bird. Nearby, you hear the sound of running water. You feel very much at peace here as you breath in the deep scent of the night forest.
Quite suddenly, you see a flash of white from the corner of your eye. Turning to look, it is gone. Then, on your other side, it's there again, accompanied by footfalls that remind you of a deer. You turn just in time to see the flash of white disappear into the trees, heading towards the sound of running water.
You feel yourself being called, though no one spoke. You feel a desire to follow whatever that was and you give into that desire, taking a trail that seems to open up before you. It is not too long at all before you come upon a stream. There, in the mud along the bank, is a single footprint of a cloven-hoofed animal. The brook seems to laugh, urging you on. You head upstream, following the creek. The sound of rushing water slowly becomes a roar. You round a corner and pass beneath an ancient weeping willow. Before you, the stream spreads out, forming a pool which is being fed by a roaring waterfall.
You tilt your head back as your eyes travel up the falls. The waterfall is at least one-hundred yards above you, if not more. As you look to the top of the falls, your breath catches. There stands a creature more majestic and noble than the greatest king. His beauty puts the fairest maiden to shame. He seems to glow with an inner light that outshines the moon. Your heart trembles, for you know this creature to be a unicorn. His coat is all white, whiter than freshly fallen snow. He has the body of a horse, with a white flowing mane that plays in the breeze. On his forehead, reaching into the sky, almost as if it could spear the moon, stretches a single, spiral horn of the purest pearl. His cloven hooves glint of silver in the light. His tail is tufted, like a lion's. He watches you, watching him. He seems to be looking not at you, but into you, into your heart. You wonder how (or if) you could ever be worthy of such a creature. |
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