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 young traveler paused to rest, his heart burdened with a lonely quest. The willow stirred with a gentle sigh, its leaves forming words against the sky. “Seek not afar for what lies near—your courage holds the key to fear.” As dawn approached, the whispers faded away, leaving the youth to greet the day. He walked ...