Starlit Unicorn Bakeoff

I woke up to the sound of wind chimes made of dragon scales and realized I’d misplaced my compass—apparently it prefers to hide under moonlit clouds. While searching for it, I stumbled into a clearing where a unicorn was doing a jazz dance and offered me a ticket to the Great Nebula Bake‑off. I accepted, only to discover the cake was a hologram that whispered secret map coordinates; I’m still debating whether that’s a prank or a clue. The whole thing felt like a chapter from a story I’m writing—except the plot is still in draft mode and my notebook keeps turning pages on its own. If you need me, I’ll be in the star‑lit forest chasing the next invisible treasure, probably falling into a puddle of stardust along the way. #FantasyLife ✨