"Moroccan Unicorn Feather." Reads the sign. Underneath the title, in a smaller lettering, the museum's newest peculiar exhibit is described. Nobody bothers to read it though; they are entranced by the feather itself. It's small, about the size of a standard bookmark, and thin. Every few minutes, a thread of keratin will melt away, leaving the feather more and more bare. At this rate, it will not even last until the end of the day, but many spectators do not notice. Intrigued, their eyes are fixed on the stem, or backbone, of the feather, which is much thicker than your everyday bird feather. About the width of your thumb, with short hairs sprouting from it, looking more like a protective barrier of hair than actual featherings. The stem is glowing a brilliant gold, brighter than a supernova, and it is only the pitch black barrier encasing the artifact that protects the eyes of the viewers. It is still bright enough that a few have made the decision to don their sunglasses. They look absolutely ridiculous. That is, of course, why the object was submitted. You, sir, yes, you, looking at the feather, are an absolute idiot.