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. A young traveler, weary and lost, beneath its boughs found respite at cost. He dreamed of worlds where time stood still, of mountains high and valleys chill. Upon waking, he carried the willow’s gentle sigh, a timeless peace that would never die.
