The moon shone on Gemstone Glade, sparkling in its fountain waters, kissing its sentry crystals. The night felt magical, as enigmas raced like electricity through the air. Something special was imminent.

The she was there, a unicorn so rarely seen to be a myth. Musa, her soft sapphire eyes glinting in the moonlight, her silver horn shining with inner power.

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It is said that when she appears momentous change will dawn. No one knows where she lives, what she does with her days. In her shadow, miracles follow like reflections of the moon.

Musa neighed softly, and slowly drank from the fountain. Its healing waters invigorated her. She neighed again.

Magic mutated in her eyes. Musa’s gift was unusual. She would make patterns in the air with her horn, and crystals of different sizes and shapes would materialise.

Today, she waved her horn above the fountain. Its waters bubbled, a crystal rising like a shipwreck coming back to life. A large clear quartz cluster shone in the moonlight.

Musa dropped her horn, thanking the crystal for coming. Then she slowly retreated.

The crystal floated magically in the fountain, a voyage to somewhere enchanted singing in its crystal sails.

Then it began to change shape.

Slowly, shining crystal towers appeared on top of tiny turrets, as a grand castle formed like a fortress from heaven. The crystal castle rose and drifted in to the night.

The moon continued to shine, a mother looking down on Earth, dreaming of a better future.

The castle climbed higher and higher, its final destination to be a stone of destiny. The moon would gain treasure, a relic of magic that would wait for all time, growing younger rather than older, waiting for man to return. And when he did, the ancient magic of living crystal would greet him, its gift of hope for a new age, its hello to an enchanted forever.

One day, Musa might visit the moon too. And that would be the day a great miracle is unleashed, a tsunami of wishes and wonders in her wake. It is a day that many civilisations await, a day of reckoning, a moment of magic that will never be forgotten.

Musa neighed softly again, secrets slumbering in her eyes. Then she retreated from the glade as quietly as she arrived.

On Planet Earth, a small child called Sam stared at the moon through his telescope, an early Christmas gift from a visiting aunt. Then he saw it. A flash of light on the moon. He smiled. Perhaps the moon really would make all his wishes come true.

The moon glowed in the night sky, secrets in its heart like a promise of a better tomorrow. And somewhere on its surface, a magic crystal began to sing.

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