A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming an ancient tune under the silver moonlight. Its waters carry tales of forgotten times, weaving stories of wandering poets and lonely travelers who once paused to drink from its cool embrace. The willow trees bend low, listening intently as the murmurs speak of love lost and dreams found. On the bank, a single lotus blooms—pink petals unfolding like a secret told too softly. Fireflies dance above the water, traci...

A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming an ancient tune under the silver moonlight. Its waters carry tales of forgotten times, weaving stories of wandering poets and lonely travelers who once paused to drink from its cool embrace. The willow trees bend low, listening intently as the murmurs speak of love lost and dreams found. On the bank, a single lotus blooms—pink petals unfolding like a secret told too softly. Fireflies dance above the water, traci...