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

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