A tale unfolds by the river’s bend, where an ancient willow tree stands with branches like silver threads. It is said that on moonlit nights, its leaves murmur secrets to those who listen closely. One evening, a lonely traveler rested beneath its shade, hearing whispers of forgotten loves and timeless journeys. Moved by the stories, he carved a poem into the bark—a promise to remember. Seasons passed, the carving faded, but the willow’s whispers grew louder, weaving new tales for wanderers ye...