Nightfall creeps softly, a whisper on the silk of moonbeams. Once, in a realm untouched by time, unicorns grazed in meadows woven from stardust—a landscape where dreams twined with ephemeral echoes.
Beneath the velvet sky, their horns gleamed like forgotten suns. They sang not in words, but in dulcet tones that wrapped around the minds of those who dared to listen. These were the lullabies of an ancient lull, a melody static yet ever-moving.
Paths of light unfurl where the hooves of dreams meet the soil of reality. Unicorns, ethereal and elusive, weave their stories into the fabric of the night. They run with the wind, leaving trails of forgotten lullabies across the expanse of time.
Wander through the echoes, where the sweetness of past whispers meets the unchanged moon: Lost Song, Mythic Dreams, Mystical Path.
Let the rhythm of dreamless sleep be your guide, as you follow the spiral of unicorn lore—a journey woven into the twilight, a serenade of shadows.
In the end, all that remains are the echoes, reverberating across the canvas of night, a sentinel to the unicorn's whispered truth.