The last battle will be won by us, that‘s for sure. Many people lost their swarm intelligence, only a few humans became flying gods. It is time to saddle the winged unicorns and love the false prophets against the limitless sky.
Yes, unicorn is a metaphor for something special. A lonesome magic lifeform with uncommon abilities, they are not following the swarm, but sometimes the swarm follows them. Be unique to be common.
Dreaming is believing. And we follow the old tales grandma told us. There was a time of white forests full of magic and illusion. There was a time we explored the world from the backs of unicorns.
Back in the days when we asked the right questions… is darkness missing the light or light missing the darkness? Is the world moving fast or slow? Can I have a unicorn for birthday?