The giant rose quartz columns are singing, a soft sound on a gentle wind, the song of peace.

Steps can be heard, and then he is here, Saturn the Unicorn, a magnificent marble white beast with a shimmering gold horn. He neighs, turns around, surveying the glade. All is still.

Slowly he drinks from the fountain.

The magical waters energise him, and with a happy grunt he turns and is gone.

All is still in the glade once more.

The rose quartz continues to sing – who else will hear and be enticed in?

The unicorn has left behind him an aura of sacred magic.

The singing grows in intensity.