Voice Test

[ladyunicorn]

She soars pearly-white,
Safe upon wings of cloud.
A star flares magic upon her brow,
But her coat is dimmed;
Her horn is quenched.
Her wings fold away,
And she can no longer fly.

It's fitting, but it makes me sad. Is that what became of all unicorns? Do none exist in your world?

Look for them, Mundane. Keep your mind and your heart open. They will find you.

...if they exist.