Land of the Unicorns

From the castle you head north to the Enchanted Woods, where tall pines, oaks, elms, birch, and holly thrive. Vibrant green and filled with the song of birds, the forest thrums with life. Walking along the sun-spattered path, you see a glowing white shape up ahead. It is equine in shape, but is almost too bright to look directly at. You know what it is. The unicorn calls to you. It does not use sounds but calls with its mind, like a melody reaching across time from the distant lands of memory. And as if the creature has used words, you understand: Good morrow, traveller, and welcome to these woods. Stay as long as you please.

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