A fairytaleor is it?of a young girl living in the steppes of Mongolia who has a dream. A silver horse with lush mane, flowing white tail, and eyes gleaming red in the night rushes into her restless sleep, but most amazing of all, he has a long spiraled horn jutting from his forehead! His snorts as he runs through the darkness rouse her almost awake. She blinks, and haze mists her fluttering eyes, but the image of what wild, wonderful animal sits vivid and real in her mind. He seems so real, Temuge muttered. I would love to see him again, to touch him but of course, it is only a dream.