Reflections of Myth in Metal and Mist

In a forest bathed in twilight gold, where trees bend like whispered prayers, a unicorn of gleaming chrome emerges— not flesh, but forged from myth and starlight. It steps through a silver-threaded stream, beneath a waterfall that sings in liquid light, its reflection bending across ripples of dream. This is no creature of fairytales past, but a sentinel of stillness and mystery— an echo of magic reborn in metal.