A tale unfolds by the silent stream, where an ancient willow’s branches gleam. It’s said that on nights when the moon is new, the tree shares secrets for a heart that’s true. A young traveler, weary and lost, beneath its boughs found wisdom’s cost. The leaves rustled tales of ages past, of love that forever and aye would last. They spoke of courage, of hope, and grace, and a hidden path to a sacred place. With each whisper, the world seemed bright, guiding the wanderer through the night. Now ...
