Apparition of a Unicorn

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In a forest clearing where time stands still, a glow appears, displacing the shadows. A white unicorn, with moonlit eyes, with a stealthy gait, like a breeze or foam.

Its mane is threads of night and buried stars; its horn, a lantern of lost truths. It does not set foot on the earth: it hovers in the ethereal, a myth that becomes flesh, a fragment of mystery.

It is said that it appears when the soul dreams, when the world has forgotten its little thing in haste. I saw it or I thought, I saw it, fleeting and true, like a pure verse that becomes the traveler's.