I worry that so many bad things are happening now, and life has become so hard, that no magic is left in the universe to relieve our suffering. I need to see a unicorn.
Unicorns are traditionally pure white magic. They effect the forest around them, and no winter enters in as long as they dwell there.
And unicorns can be killed, but are otherwise immortal. Their blessings last as long as we don’t kill them.
Surely a unicorn still lives somewhere… somewhen… somehow…
I need to see a unicorn.
Catch a Falling Star 