A tale unfolds by the silent riverbank, where an ancient willow’s branches sway with secrets of the past. It is said that on moonlit nights, its leaves murmur verses of forgotten poets—each gust carrying fragments of dreams woven into the wind. Travelers who pause to listen often find solace in its hushed lullabies, as if the tree itself guards memories older than time. One evening, a scholar rested beneath its canopy, weary from his journey. As dusk settled, the willow’s whispers grew cleare...
