A lone willow bends by the silent river, its branches tracing secrets on the water’s surface. An old fisherman rows slowly, his net cast into the shimmering twilight. He remembers a promise made decades ago beneath these very branches—a vow carried away by the seasons. Now, as moonrise paints the waves in silver, he waits. Not for fish, but for an echo. The wind hums through leaves, weaving tales of loss and longing. Some say spirits dwell within ancient trees, guarding memories untold. Perha...
