Pale Unicorn Trails

The trail whispers secrets to those who dare to listen, where do the pale unicorns wander when fog drapes the morning? Each step upon this ether path is a question unasked, a puzzle left by those who walked before.

"What emerges when the mind quiets, but the heart sings? Perhaps the trail is not for walking, but for dreaming."

In silence, an answer unfurls, ethereal like whispers of starlight. Do spirits of the forest keep watch, or do we watch ourselves? Follow the path: enter the sound of absence

The unicorn's echo haunts those who seek profundity in emptiness— embrace the unseen.

Dare we step beyond horizons unknown, where breath of twilight trails behind phantom steeds? The answers roam, elusive—like shadows at dusk.