>day 3 in pastel hoers land>you stare through the bars of your cell at the adorable little purple unicorn>she taps on the bars of the cell door. "Are we awake?""We are not sure."
>you pause for several seconds"Are we a unicorn?"
>"Yes, we are.""Then we are awake, but we're very puzzled."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNTw3x40I0o>"I don't know why you're finding this so hard to accept. It's been days now. You have to see that I'm not a hallucination.""It's not just that."
>"Then explain it to me.""In the legends my people had of unicorns, they were invisible."
>she frowns at this"And only a certain number of individuals could see them."
>she brightens up. "Then maybe you're one of them.""Unlikely. These people had to fall into a certain category, which I don't."
>"And maybe you do.">you search for the correct words"They had to be, uh. Pure of heart."
>"Maybe you're purer of heart than you thought.">you clench your jaw, pinch the bridge of your nose, and stare at the floor"That was a euphemism."
>"What do you mean? Who were these special people who were the only ones who could see unicorns?""Virgins! Only virgins can see unicorns!"
>there is a long, uncomfortable pause>"oh.">a moment passes>"Does it matter if I'm--""I'm sure I don't know."
>it was a day of profound ontological mysteries 