A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming an ancient tune under the moon’s soft glow. Its waters carry tales of distant mountains and forgotten rains, weaving dreams into the sleepy reeds along the bank. A lone heron stands still, listening to the liquid whispers, while fireflies dance above like scattered stardust. The night breathes in rhythm with the current, each ripple a verse in nature’s endless poem. Time pauses here, cradled by the murmur of water and wind, reminding ...
