Sparklepoof

The slightly wrinkled paper, warm from a small hand, held a scribbled unicorn. You traced its horn, a swirl of crayon colors, and blinked. Suddenly, the drawing pulsed. The lines shimmered, and with a soft pop, a miniature, wobbly-legged unicorn started to move. It blinked its eyes, a tiny, joyful neigh escaping its scribbled snout. A trail of rainbow dust, left by its miniature hooves, sparkled on the paper.