What draws us to tales of impossible creatures? The inorog, the Romanian unicorn, is not a mere figment of whimsy but a specter of longing, purity, and peril. Its alabaster coat shimmers like frost at dawn, its spiraling horn a weapon and a crown, an artifact of ancient truths forgotten by mortal tongues. Through skeletal forests and over hills so barren they seem stripped of hope, it roams—a solitary sentinel. The land, gaunt and unsparing, mirrors its eternal quest. Cracked earth whispers of b