The Unicorn, The Witch, And The Ping Pong Table

The clouds taste like vanilla. The bar serves drinks that feel like rest. And somewhere below all that sweetness, a mountain town hasn't seen real sunlight in twenty years.

Marisol's assignment is simple: solve the Sunlock.

The Sunlock is a giant mechanical puzzle in the town square that hasn't stopped clicking in two decades. The only person who can read it is a wingless unicorn recluse living in the fog above town, who would rather eat mushrooms that taste like wet disappointment than talk ...