A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming an ancient tune under the twilight glow. Two children once sat by its bank, weaving crowns of clover and daisy chains, their laughter blending with the water's murmur. They spoke of dragons in the clouds and castles built on rainbows, dreaming aloud as minnows darted in the clear shallows. Years flowed like the endless current, carrying them to distant shores. Yet on quiet evenings, the brook's whisper still cal...