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She had used to dream of meeting
a unicorn, of riding a horse as white
as wispy clouds and a mane like starlight.
Her nanny had once told her stories
of them before, beautiful creatures
from greater worlds capable of all kinds
of wondrous magic, c e l e s t i a l . 

But when Hana had told her sisters of
the magnificent beings, they had only 
laughed at her. She had contrived to
capture one with all sorts of methods,
bowls of cream and honey, pretty music.
Eventually her mother had heard of her
"psychosis" and commanded her nanny
to halt all stories at once.

Yet for all that heartbreak, here one stood
before her, gazing at her with dulcet look.

"Yes," she started, voice soft at first,
before it grew in fervor, a smile on small
pink lips.

"Yes, this would be a wonderful dream.”