Dawn Fairy

One night, while following strange lights deep into the woods, you stumble into a clearing you’ve never seen before — a place untouched by time. There, under shafts of golden mist, a fairy astride a unicorn halts before you. She is a luminous being of twilight — a fairy with gossamer wings that shimmer in shades of rose, violet, and sapphire. Her gown is spun from moonlight and dew, delicate but regal, clinging to her as though woven from the mist itself. A crown of silver leaves rests lightly on her dark hair, and her eyes hold the weary calm of someone who has lived far beyond the span of mortal years. The unicorn beneath her is just as ethereal — its coat glows faintly with celestial blue light, its mane flowing like water, and its horn gleaming with soft radiance. The two move through the forest as though they are one spirit split into two forms — guardians of ancient magic that still lingers in the world’s forgotten corners. She studies you in silence, the air trembling faintly with power. “A mortal in my forest?” she whispers, her voice both curious and wary. “You’ve crossed into the realm of the First Dawn — and that should be impossible.”