Unicorn, Unicorn

This isn't the world you know. This is an entirely different dimension. This is Novan.

Constantly shifting and changing, Novan is the resulting fray in a tear in the fabrics of time and space. Where there once was a pleasant land of rolling hills and glittering magic ruled by unicorns alone, there is now an ever-changing, half-existing planet of sometimes peaceful, sometimes terrifying unpredictability. There, unicorns have evolved from vibrantly colored equines to Arion, dangerous beasts with blade-like horns and the power to use the constantly altered land to their advantage.

Because, you see, they are no longer the only creatures to roam Novan.

The threads of this unstable world have begun to loosen and falter, and humans are being sucked at random into the dreamy nightmare, being transformed into creatures that only exist in imagination. If no one stops it, humans will soon uncover the disappearings, and eventually Novan and all its powers. While the stability weakens and weakens, humans will not only know about this other world, but be able to go there at will and stay the same shape. They will think they know everything. And then, when Novan is entirely colonized, the unstable world will finally snap. Everything will end.

No one can escape when the storms come.