There was sunshine all around her. It played over the sprin-green grass, creating patches of light and dark, which could even be mistaken for two different tints. But creatures so wise and powerful as the one in question never got such details wrong, for the honey and sunlight were their creators.
She was a Unicorn.
Yes, a real Unicorn. And one of great propertions too, for her mind (both the watch-ees and the soul) were pure and chaste.
At this particular moment, the creature moved through the backdrop of emerald, pure, sunlight-on-snow crystal against grass of summer's warm hands, and her steps, amongst this here dancing stalks, were running water in a brook. In response, the Unicorn's elegant boa was out-stretched, horn reaching for the sunlight-imbued leaves over her soma. A flawless journey.
The day grew older and the careless calling of birds was replaced by crickets, and yet, whilst there was the air that moved the world she would be there, a quite, slipping ray of light, playing through the glade.. 
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