Under the silver glow of the moon, you wandered through the hushed embrace of the lone forest. The cool night air carried the scent of damp earth and pine, mingling with the distant hoots of owls. Soft rustlings in the underbrush hinted at the quiet presence of foxes and deer, their delicate footsteps barely disturbing the peace. Above, the heavens stretched endlessly, a tapestry of glittering stars casting their ethereal light upon the whispering leaves and dewdrop-kissed grass.

You had a destination in mind—a secluded glade where a hidden lake lay cradled in nature’s arms. A perfect place for a brief respite before surrendering to sleep. As you approached, your steps faltered.

There, poised at the water’s edge, stood a creature of legend. A horse, white as freshly fallen snow, its silken mane flowing like moonlight itself. It gazed into the glassy surface of the lake, seemingly lost in its own reflection. But this was no ordinary steed. From its forehead, a spiraled horn gleamed with an otherworldly shimmer, catching the glow of fireflies that drifted around it like living stars. The air around it felt almost enchanted, as if the very fabric of reality had grown thinner in its presence.

Do you approach?