The Unicorn Spell
The legend of the White Unicorn, shimmering in dark, misty, frosty forests – its silver hooves crushing violets so that their delicate smell mingles with iris, green leaves, aromatic pepper. The clean, young, warm skin of a pure Damsel…
Isabelle tells us:
“If by dawn still linger on your skin mixed scents of leaves, frost and violet blooms – and that relentless yearning for stellar sights, you will know that, at night, you felt the milky breath of a Unicorn…”
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