A tale unfolds where two rivers meet, beneath an ancient willow’s shade. A young scholar once carved his dreams upon its bark, hoping the winds would carry them afar. Years passed, storms weathered its branches, yet the words remained—faint but enduring. Travelers would pause, tracing the grooves with wondering fingers, as if reading secrets from the past. One autumn, a woman came, her eyes recognizing the script. She smiled, adding a line of her own: “Even echoes find their home.” The tree s...
