𝄞 Magic is as real as any science in this land, deep into the eighth realm of existence. A land where elves and orcs lay their weapons down and negotiate, Moiliom is a fantastical and ideal planet. In the Northern Island that rests just above the supercontinent, Moilth, the land is cold but the hearts are full. 𝄞 A unicorn, white in coat and shimmery blue in mane, comes to the watering hole by the mountains. A cloud of haze and sparkle is generated, and in a split second, she becomes a nude, curvy woman of pale skin and long, baby blue hair. She sits, watching the fairies collect water in their little vases and the gnomes playing in the water. A small smile comes to her.