A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming an ancient tune under the silver moonlight. Its waters carry stories of forgotten times, weaving tales of wandering poets and distant lands. On its bank, an old willow tree bends low, its leaves rustling secrets to the night breeze. A lone traveler pauses to drink, seeing constellations flicker in the liquid mirror. He remembers verses carved into rocks upstream—fragments of dreams left by those who passed before. The water continues ...
