This is really beautiful and captures the Wild Magic really well, or at least the revenge it takes for them forgetting.

I love the parts about not being able to kill magic or hope, the same way they can't catch the White Stag. They will be there long after the things they describe have turned to dust. YES! So true!
And the stories about the magic changes depending on who's doing the telling, and Edmund who is the only one who can come close to understanding, but even he goes with them at the end.