I feel as if I've been mysteriously drawn into the side of an airbrushed panel van. It's an experience that's both strange and somewhat thrilling. One moment I'm going about my normal day, and the next, boom! There it is, a unicorn. The sight of it is truly magical. Its glittering horn seems to shine with an otherworldly light, and its colorful mane and tail flow gently as if in a breeze that only it can feel. I can't help but stand there, gaping in awe. How did this happen? Is this some kind of dream or a strange portal to a fantastical world? The unicorn looks at me with its big, wise eyes, and I have the sense that it has some sort of message for me. But before I can even begin to fathom what that might be, the moment is gone, and I'm left standing there, wondering if it was all just my imagination.