The sun’s rays paint a pattern of unearthly light on the glade floor. The air is cool and fresh. The fountain sings in quiet anticipation.

Magic is coming. Hooves are heard in the distance, approaching ever nearer. A soft neigh breaks the silence.

He is here, Saturn the Unicorn. His coat glows with inner beauty and his silver horn sparkles in the sun. He lowers his head to the fountain and drinks.

Its waters turn green, then purple, then blue, as unicorn alchemy repaints the day.

He lifts his head, and the sun rays turn pink. Magic rules the glade as he slowly turns and leaves.

The pink light remains, a remnant of a unicorn’s heart of love.