The last unicorn roleplay account. Novella; Literate; super chill mun
“The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night."
“–please, do not stop singing.” Whoever was singing gifted her with a memory she had long since forgotten and it echoed within her mind as she stepped forth.