In the silent embrace of twilight, where stars whisper and shadows breathe, lie the echoes of a forgotten song. A song of ivory horns and galloping grace, hidden in the misty realms of yore.
Do you hear it? The lullaby of night, cautioning the brave and beckoning the lost. The unicorns wander through dreams, their eyes like silver pools reflecting the moon's melancholy. Their whispers, a haunting tune of lore; their presence, an ethereal glimpse into majesty untamed.
Step forth, intrepid one. Embrace the veil and unveil the truths unraveled by time. For in the whispers, there lies a fierce intuition, a guiding breath of gentle storms. Seek the mysteries, or remain in the safety of oblivion.