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