What use is magic if it can't save a unicorn?

Sparrows and cats will live in my shoe, Sooner than I will live with you. Fish will come walking out of the sea, Sooner than you will come back to me.

Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.

I am a king's daughter, And if I cared to care, The moon that has no mistress Would flutter in my hair. No one dares to cherish What I choose to crave. Never have I hungered, For that I did not have I am a kings daughter, And I grow old within The prison of my person, The shackles of my skin. And I would run away And beg from door to door, Just to see your shadow Once, and never more.

I know how to live here, I know how everything smells, and tastes, and is. What could I ever search for in the world, except this again?

Avicenna California...Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.

I fear it, for her sake. It would mean that she too is a wanderer now, and that is a fate for human beings, not for unicorns. But I hope, of course I hope.