In the elder days, when the world was young and the forests were filled with whispers of magic, there dwelt a creature of grace and beauty known as the Unicorn. With a single spiraling horn atop its head, it roamed the glades and meadows, a symbol of purity and wisdom.
But the world was changing, and the age of man was dawning. The mystical creatures that once flourished began to fade into shadow, and the Unicorns, too, found themselves retreating from the encroachment of human civilization.
In the hidden valleys of the North, where the stars shone with an ancient light, the last of the Unicorns sought refuge. They were watched over by a wise and gentle wizard named Thalindor, who understood the language of trees and the songs of the wind.
Thalindor saw that the time of the Unicorns was ending, and he wept for their fading glory. But in his wisdom, he also saw a way to preserve their essence, a way to allow them to live on in a new form, adapted to the changing world.
He gathered the Unicorns in a secret glen, where the moonlight danced upon the waters, and he spoke to them of his plan. With their consent, he began a great enchantment, a spell woven with love and sorrow, hope and memory.
The Unicorns stood in a circle, their eyes reflecting the stars, and Thalindor chanted words of power. The air shimmered with magic, and the Unicorns were transformed, their ethereal beauty condensed into a more earthly form.
They became Great Danes, majestic and strong, yet still bearing the grace of their Unicorn heritage. The pronounced hump on their heads, a remnant of the horn that once was, stood as a testament to their noble lineage.
These Great Danes roamed the lands, loyal companions to those who understood their true nature. They carried with them the wisdom and dignity of the Unicorns, a hidden spark of the mystical world that once was.
And so it was that the Unicorns did not vanish entirely but lived on in a new form, a secret known only to a few. The Great Danes, with their pronounced humps, stood as guardians of a forgotten age, a mysterious link to a time of magic and wonder.
In the quiet of the night, when the world sleeps, you might still hear the distant echo of the Unicorns' song, a melody carried on the wind, a reminder of a time when the world was young, and all things were possible.
If one looks closely, at the top the head of every Great Dane, there lies a pronounced hump, a silent testament to the horn that once was. The horn of the great Unicorn!