As the sun set over the vast, open plains of Absurdia, the inflatable unicorn, Binky, stood atop a hill, her horn glowing with an otherworldly light. She gazed out upon the land, her heart heavy with the weight of existential dread.
"Oh, the futility of it all!" she cried, her voice echoing across the landscape. "I am but a mere inflatable, a fleeting moment of whimsy in a world of unyielding despair!"
Her words were met with the sound of a lone tumbleweed blowing across the plain, its threads unraveling in the wind. The other animals of the plain looked on, unsure what to make of Binky's plight.
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