A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming an ancient tune under the moonlit sky. For centuries, it has witnessed seasons change—blossoms blooming in spring, fireflies dancing in summer, leaves gilding in autumn, and frost weaving silver lace in winter. One evening, a lone traveler paused by its bank, weary from a long journey. As he drank the cool water, the breeze carried whispers of forgotten poets and lovers’ sighs embedded in the murmuring flow. Their stories, like fallen...
