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 chosen few. One evening, a lonely traveler sat near, whispering hopes and a hidden fear. The leaves rustled soft, a gentle reply, carrying wisdom from times gone by. “Seek not in distance what dwells within, for every ending can new begin.” The wind carried words both kind and clear, melting away all doubt and fear. From that night on, the...
