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 times. Travelers often rest beneath its shade, sharing stories of distant lands and lost loves. One evening, a lone wanderer arrived, carrying nothing but a weathered journal. He scribbled words under the moonlight, capturing the willow’s whispers in ink. Legend says those who listen closely can hear echoes of poetry woven into th...