Dust approaches. A stormy grayish blue seemed to fill the post-sunset sky under the cloud ceiling above. Turbulent waters crashed against the side of the rock-composed pier. The harsh sound of uneven, rushed footsteps pierced the dead silence. Then came the sound of abrading skin and the light collision of knee bone hitting rock. Sudden splashes came from a thrashing in the shallow water. It�s not there. It never was. All of this for nothing. The end.

Now let us begin with, how do you say it, once upon a time.

Once upon a time, the last unicorn in the world died. Nobody has ever lived to tell the tale of a unicorn sighting because they are too pure for human contact. Yet, somehow humans knew that the world had been robbed of its last unicorn when it happened. And with the unicorn left a marble box sealed with a mystical lock that could only be opened by one person�s voice. If the person with the unlocking voice did not open the box before Neptune once again orbited farther from the sun than Pluto, then the Earth would lay in eternal dusk.

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