The unicorn flickers in and out of your field of vision. It is white, or possibly steel.
Watch from the corner of your eye as it soars past the cars and the landmarks, as the streets unfold and the buildings tower.
The unicorn cannot fly.
But it moves faster than you can imagine, creating the illusion.
No one else can see it but you. And even you may not see it again, unless you feel the same moment of perfect clarity that allowed you to remember everything—to hum the perfect song and pronounce the unicorn's true name.
And discover yours.