Through the looking glass of tangible nonsense — a twinkling whisper in the midst of chaos. Reflect upon the fragmented truth; hear the bells tolling for reality's masquerade. In-between moments, where time bends, find serenity in the storm.

Is the unicorn a flight of fancy or a glimpse of the future? Does her horn pierce illusions, or does it fabricate new realms altogether? Embrace the frenetic pulse of dreams unfurling — like petals upon a timeless bud.