In the shadow of moonlit rivers,
unicorns with starsahimmering coats
navigate the cosmic currents,
their horn-tips touching the essence
of bioluminescent dawns.
Collect their dreams in a
bottle not unlike twilight,
where whispers weave through threads
of electric wishes.
"Does the river know our name, or must we call it one by one?"
Wander to the Luminescent Grove