The Unicorn is representative of all that is mystical, fleeting, and ephemeral; a peripheral glimpse of glee and glory in the mist of memory; that sense of almost "getting it" just before whatever "it" was slips away; silent hopes and vows you know how to keep without speaking them.

She can be hunted, trapped -- forgotten -- she can even be killed if she leaves her forest, but she does not vanish.

She traipses through rain-slicked city streets in search of innocents to enchant, or perhaps which enchant her, as she knows that it is the touch of malice that cuts, not the touch of man. And perhaps enchanted, but perhaps with eternal knowledge and cunning, at some points, she falls from her Unicorn nature to lie with her head in the lap of flaw and chaos.

What happens, then, to the Unicorn who sacrifices her immortality to lie with a Prince who will later betray her and leave her as the walking dead, again traipsing the rain-slicked city streets, seeking nothing?