✨🦄 Scene 1 – The Unicorn’s Golden Dust ✨

The forest was hushed in the pale glow of dawn, every leaf heavy with dew, every shadow deep with mystery. Lyra paused, her breath clouding in the crisp air. Then, through the silver mist, something stirred.

A figure emerged slowly — tall, graceful, radiant. It was a unicorn, its mane rippling like threads of moonlight, its hooves barely touching the earth. The air around it shimmered with quiet power.

Lyra’s eyes widened, her heart beating faster. The unicorn lowered its head in a gentle bow, acknowledging her presence. Then, with a soft exhale, it released a stream of golden dust into the air. The particles glowed like tiny stars, swirling in delicate patterns before gathering into a shimmering path that stretched deep into the forest.

The trail pulsed as if alive, inviting her forward. Lyra took one tentative step, then another, and as she moved, the golden dust shifted gracefully ahead of her, always just far enough to guide, never too far to lose sight of.

The forest itself seemed to awaken with her journey — branches swayed softly though no wind blew, and the ground sparkled faintly where the dust settled for a moment before lifting again into the air.

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