Miracles exist. In Gemstone Glade, they can happen daily; each as unique as the unicorns that frequent the glade.
A whistling winter wind blows snow in spirals around the glade. Sparkling white flakes dance faster and faster, drawing stark beauty in the air.
As the wind softens and the snow slowly settles, a white doll’s house size castle appears, standing tall and proud with fairytale turrets and shining ice windows.
A unicorn glides in to the glade: Tori, an elderly female who has mothered many special fouls, some of whom you will shortly meet. Her horn glows with golden light.
She touches the top of the castle with her horn, and it solidifies snow brick by snow brick. The windows wink, and smoke magically appears from its chimneys. Lights go on behind the windows: the castle is alive. Music and merriment can be heard within.
The unicorn gently watches, then silently leaves. The frozen fountain shines in the castle lights.
The winter night is alive with magic.
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