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And in the whiteness, of the whiteness, flowering in the tattered water, their bodies arching with the streaked marble hollows of the waves, their manes and tails and the fragile beards of the males burning in the sunlight, their eyes as dark and jeweled as the deep sea--and the shining of the horns, the seashell shining of the horns! The horns came riding in like the rainbow masts of silver ships.
by Peter S. Beagle
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The text captures a vivid and poetic scene, depicting fantastical creatures that embody beauty and grace amidst the sea. Their bodies are likened to marble, evoking an image of elegance and strength as they interact with the waves. The imagery of their flowing manes, shining horns, and jewel-like eyes creates a mesmerizing atmosphere that invites the reader to appreciate the wonder of nature entwined with fantasy.

The comparison of the creatures' horns to the masts of silver ships infused with rainbows suggests a journey or adventure, emphasizing an enchanting quality. This blend of nature and mythical elements serves to illuminate the themes of beauty and transience, reflecting the deeper essence of the tale in "The Last Unicorn." As the creatures traverse the seascape, they symbolize longing and the search for identity amid a world full of wonder and fleeting moments.

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