A tale unfolds where two rivers meet, beneath the boughs of an ancient willow tree. Its leaves murmur secrets of lovers who once vowed eternity there, their promises carried on the wind. A wanderer pauses, hearing echoes of laughter and tears tangled in the branches. He places a stone atop the others piled by the trunk, each one a silent prayer for connection. Twilight descends, painting the water in hues of gold and violet, as the willow’s shadow stretches like a bridge across time. Here, so...
