A tale unfolds where two rivers meet, beneath an ancient willow’s shade. A young scholar once carved his dreams upon its bark, hoping the world would hear his voice. Years passed, storms weathered its branches, yet the words remained—faint but enduring. Travelers would rest there, tracing the grooves with curious fingers, wondering about the hand that left them. One autumn, a woman came, her eyes holding stories of distant lands. She read the inscription and smiled, for she had carried the sa...
