A tale unfolds by the silent riverbank, where an ancient willow tree has stood for centuries. Its branches sway gently in the breeze, murmuring secrets of forgotten times. Travelers often rest beneath its shade, sharing stories of distant lands and lost loves. One evening, a lone wanderer carved a poem into its bark—a verse about moonlight and memories. Seasons passed, but the words remained, slowly fading yet never wholly gone. Birds nested in the hollows, adding their songs to the tree’s qu...