A tale is told of an ancient tree, whose leaves would shimmer silver in the moonlight. It stood alone by a forgotten pond, where no birds sang and no wind blew. Yet, on still nights, a soft murmur could be heard—a whisper of stories from ages past. A young traveler, lost and weary, once rested beneath its boughs. As he slept, the willow’s whispers wove dreams of hidden paths and long-lost loves. He awoke with a sense of purpose, a map of stars etched in his mind. Some say the tree guards memo...
