A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming ancient tales under the moon’s soft glow. For centuries, it has witnessed seasons change—blossoms falling in spring, fireflies dancing in summer, maple leaves drifting in autumn, and frost painting silent winters. One evening, a lone traveler paused by its banks, weary from a long journey. As he drank the cool water, the breeze carried whispers of forgotten poets and lovers’ promises. He closed his eyes, feeling time slow—the babbling...
