A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming an ancient tune under the silver moonlight. Its watery fingers trace the roots of old willows, weaving stories of forgotten times. Two fireflies dance above the ripples, their glow painting fleeting constellations on the dark water. An old fisherman's boat lies anchored near the reeds, its wood weathered by decades of seasons. He once whispered to the night about a lost love who still walks these banks, her laug...

A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming an ancient tune under the silver moonlight. Its watery fingers trace the roots of old willows, weaving stories of forgotten times. Two fireflies dance above the ripples, their glow painting fleeting constellations on the dark water. An old fisherman's boat lies anchored near the reeds, its wood weathered by decades of seasons. He once whispered to the night about a lost love who still walks these banks, her laug...