Thaleophone

The ancient language of unicorns, never before heard by any man, spoken now only by the warm Spring breezes blowing softly through the trees.

Beauty and wonder in such a simple thing...THAT is the essence of life itself. Not the form, but rather the acceptance of differences.

As real as Love, unicorns dance through fields of flowers, hosting magic and granting wishes of all who would ask. Such a dance it must be, too!