Glimmer Gazette Special Report

For days, a bizarre case has kept the Volleytours crew busy: a mysterious break-in, a missing phone and a trail of glitter and discount codes. Now the story takes a turn nobody expected.

Early on Wednesday morning, the Volleytours social media team notices that several new posts have appeared on the official Instagram channel – without anyone having published them. The content: blurry selfies, glitter reels and unicorn GIFs. Plus a message that raises questions:

"Just for my friends: 10% booking discount with UNICORN2026"

The security department reacts immediately. Accounts are locked, passwords changed, systems checked. But the unicorn always seems to be one step ahead.

"It was as if someone was hacking us with a sense of humour," says press officer Lea Wacker. "No demands, no damage – just … glitter."

That same day, a large-scale search begins. Coaches and guests follow the tracks through the sand. Clues keep turning up: colourful footprints, knocked-over nets, glowing hoofprints in the twilight. Several times they think they've cornered the creature – but each time it escapes, accompanied by a soft, cheerful neigh. Eyewitness and bar manager Dani reports:

"I swear, it waved at me."

But as the sun slowly sets, the trail goes cold. Until guest Katie quietly calls out: "Over there!"

At the edge of the beach sits the unicorn – quiet, exhausted, head bowed. Katie approaches carefully, sits down next to it and puts her hand on its shiny coat. Then something happens that nobody expected. The unicorn speaks – quietly, almost shyly.

"I didn't want to hurt anyone. I just wanted to make friends."

The team lowers their smartphones. Nobody films. After minutes of silence, the unicorn hands back the stolen phone. Then it gets up, nods and turns towards the sea.

"Wait!" Katie calls out, "You may have come as a unicorn, but you're leaving us as a friend."

The creature pauses, smiles – or so it seems – and holds out its hand to her. Then the two start playing volleyball together. Laughter echoes across the beach, coaches and guests join in, music starts playing, and soon the whole camp is dancing in the evening light.

Later, at the beach party, the unicorn sits with the others on colourful cushions, sipping a cocktail and quietly gazing out to sea. For the first time it looks content.

At some point, deep in the night, it's gone. Nobody saw where it went. Only a faint shimmer remained in the sand – and the feeling that it was finally no longer alone.

To this day, nobody knows where the unicorn came from or where it went.

But anyone walking along Sunsation Beach in the early hours swears they sometimes see glittering hoofprints in the sand.

Volleytours has closed the case. "Maybe it was never a crime," says spokesperson Lea Wacker, "Maybe it was just an attempt to belong." And somewhere, between the waves and the starlight, a unicorn laughs – happy, no longer alone and already planning its next coup...