The Last Unicorn

A lost baby unicorn wandered the forest, heavy with grief after its mother’s death, chasing light between the trees as if it might lead back to her. The beauty felt like comfort, the silence like permission to hope. Then the ground trembled. Godzilla emerged. Not cruel, just immense, and in a single indifferent step, the unicorn’s wonder was erased. The forest stood still again, unchanged. It wasn’t a lesson in evil, only scale. How innocence can be real, hope can be pure, and still be no match for forces too large to notice it existed.