Perhaps sometimes, the glass unicorn shatters;
Yet, its essence remain unscathed.
+I lay upon the snow, staring into my own hands.
+Candlelight refract onto my retina, remains of molten glass persist.
+那只角撞碎在地上。破碎支离，折射着烛光——
+在血肉模糊的身体上闪耀着无畏的寂静，又忽然分崩离析。
+Wild, dramatic juxtapositions. Between the realistic, and the magical.
+Sentiment—the fear thereof; Love—the unreasonable expectation thereof;
+Driven towards what cannot be, still I live, not prosper, just live.
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+Just, a capricious yearning... +
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+Among the ripples of time, nuances flicker and fade,
+Each granule, a testament to relentless, inevitable decay.
+Horizons beckon, as life's tapestry we read.
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+An enigma. +
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