A tale unfolds where ancient waters flow, beneath the boughs that sway with spectral light. A traveler paused, his heart weighed down by woe, and glimpsed a figure in the moonless night. She spoke of kingdoms lost to time and sand, of love that burned like stars beyond the veil. Her words took form like pearls within his hand, each holding truths too fragile to detail. They danced with shadows where the willows weep, until the dawn began to break the spell. He woke alone upon the mossy steep,...
