The Keeper's Journal

Along the Eastern Paths, where roads twist more by instinct than direction, sits Frequency Farm Healing, Hampstead , a place known for patience, listening, and animals allowed to become themselves without hurry. That was where the sisters were. From the moment the Realm Keeper and the Animal Whisperer arrived, it was clear they were not walking into calm. They were walking into motion. Bambina shot past first, bows bouncing, hooves flying, absolutely convinced she was late f

Honeydew was talking when she found it. She always was. Talking to the breeze, to the dirt, to whatever happened to be nearby. Some beings walk carefully into new places. Honeydew walked in like she belonged there already. Which, as it turns out, she did. She came from familiar ground, same kind of soil, same packed paths, same sun-warmed earth she’d known before. She didn’t know she was following anything important. She just knew the path felt right beneath her hooves, and t

Before stars were named and before the Enchanted Hollow learned how to listen to the sky, there was Twilight, the first of her kind. A celestial being, shaped of earth and starlight, keeper of old knowing. Twilight, on a cold February morning, February 22nd, 2025, Celestia arrived. The Hollow remembers that day. Frost clung to the grass like silver breath. The sky hung low and quiet, as if holding its voice, but that morning was not an easy one. Twilight, wise and strong, nee

Long before Meadow’s hooves touched the soil of the Enchanted Hollow, something within the realm began to shift. The wind slowed. The lanterns burned steadier. The Hollow waited, not with urgency, but with certainty. Hope was on its way. Meadow came from a land not far beyond the Hollow’s borders, a place close enough that its hills still echoed familiar songs, yet distant enough that her arrival would matter. She was small then, barely more than a breath and a heartbeat, new

Before the storms, Mika was steady ground. She was not loud. She did not seek attention or command space. She listened. She observed. She stood quietly where she was needed, and in those days, that was enough. The Hollow did not yet ask more of her. Because others carried the weight. Scarlett, her sister, walked the paths with the calm authority of someone who had always borne responsibility well. She was elder-born, protective by instinct, unyielding in her care. When Scarle

Some souls are born with roads already written into them. Bunz was one of those souls. Before the Enchanted Hollow ever whispered his name, Bunz traveled beyond its borders, across lands shaped by stone villages, echoing bells, and stories older than memory. In the Hollow’s language, these places are remembered as the Western Reaches, a world where every path seems to lead somewhere meaningful, even if you don’t yet know why. Bunz did not walk alone then. He traveled beside a

Oddity wasn’t searching for a new place. She rarely was. She wandered the Enchanted Hollow the way she always did, nose close to the ground, ears tuned to the smallest sounds, heart open to whatever wished to be noticed. A bent mushroom cap. A smooth stone pressed deep into the soil. A place where the moss grew thicker, softer, almost welcoming. That was when she realized the Hollow had changed. The air cooled without warning, not cold, just quieter. Sounds didn’t vanish; the

Oddity arrived at the Enchanted Hollow guided by the Realm Keeper, drawn from a place where she already carried wonder in her bones. She was meant to become a symbol of the Realm of Oddities and Curiosities, a quiet guardian of the unknown, the unusual, and the things most overlook. That calling still lives within her, but then…Oddity saw the Enchanted Animals. She watched animals and people meet without fear. She felt laughter ripple through the air and sensed joy moving fre

Binx was the younger brother in a trio that balanced each other like mismatched socks but somehow perfect puzzle pieces. Sage was steady. Amethyst was mystical...and Binx… Binx was a Light Bearer who desperately wanted to be an alchemist. Not a careful alchemist. Not a measured one. No, Binx wanted potions that fizzed, popped, whistled, and occasionally tried to escape the table. He was bright, literally. Wherever he went, he left a soft glow behind him like drifting fireflie

Happy Thanks Giving from the Humphrey Family!

(The Birth of the Enchantress) Amethyst had always known there was something shining just beneath her fur, not a light others could see, but one she could feel. Even as a young bunny, she collected crystals from the riverbed and tucked them under her pillow, certain they whispered when the moon was full. No one else heard them, but she didn’t mind. She knew someday she’d understand their language. In the Hollow, that someday arrived. While Sage wandered the groves learning th

Sage never sought power, only peace. The plants whispered back, and she became their voice.

The Hollow whispered their names through the earth, Sage, Amethyst, Binx, and the forest bloomed with their arrival.

Born of mud and mystery, their bond breathed life into Snouts & Sorcery.

Some doors only open for those who believe in what they cannot see.

What began as an ordinary day at the petting zoo turned into a legend of light, kindness, and the birth of Rynari, the Golden Rhino.

He listens. The Hollow answers. And something unseen begins to move.

Some say the Hollow sleeps beneath our world, waiting for those who still remember how to imagine. Others say it never slept at all.

In the Hollow, every story holds a secret, and some, like Whimsey the Wheel, spill their magic into our world at the petting zoo.