The lost emerald-eyed girl opened her eyes once more, but in slight fear. For what should she be afraid, she did not know. Perhaps because she was afraid of finding herself again.
Above there were thousands of glinting silver lights enchaning the sky. Her face was streamed with moolight as she gazed upward, not knowing why stars should feel so comforting, but they were. Their presence dismissed her fear, and told her much more than she expected to hear.
Above was a brilliant display of stars arranged in the constallation of a winged unicorn. This alone told her everything.
I remember now......
The emerald-eyed girl was no longer lost. Her eyes sealed and she remained perfectly still as her wings unfolded again at last and her horn shone bright as the moon. This was who she was.