A tale unfolds by the silent stream, where an ancient willow stands with leaves that gleam. It’s said that when the moon is high and bright, the tree shares secrets in the soft night. One evening, a lonely traveler passed near, burdened by doubt and hidden fear. The willow rustled, though no wind blew, and whispered words both old and true: “Even the mightiest rivers start small, and the grandest journeys after a fall.” The traveler paused, heart light as air, and found new hope to journey wi...