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 travelers who once rested in its shade. Legend says that those who listen closely at dusk might hear echoes of poetry carved into its bark—verses of love, loss, and resilience. One evening, a young wanderer paused there, tracing the weathered words with trembling fingers. In that moment, the wind carried a whisper: “Even the might...