Days turned to nights as months turned to seasons. In that time colors changed in the leaves as they grew and slept through the heat and the cold. Animals scurried foraging for food as they too slept when the ground was white and cold. Spring and all her beautiful splendor lived eternally arriving each year with the promise of a better outlook. It was only a certain set of woodland that seemed protected from this change for she walked within and kept it ethereal.
Perhaps it was merely meditation that the elven unicorn Arwen sensed only in her mind, but the woods spoke along with her wonderment. She moved in a lithe stride as her cloven hooves carried her outside the forest to the still cold world beyond. Of course the snow had withered and melted away, but spring was still a few short weeks. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds around her, a soft gentle smile curving her muzzle in happiness.
As she opened her eyes the mare thought to herself, "What if all this were to change someday? How would we reflect and understand? Would we simply be.... or not exist....
