A tale unfolds by the silent riverbank, where an ancient willow tree has stood for centuries. Its branches sway with secrets carried on the breeze, each leaf murmuring stories of lovers’ promises and children’s laughter. They say if you listen closely at dusk, you might hear echoes of poetry left by passing poets—verses about moonlight dancing on water and dreams woven into twilight. Beneath its shade, a young traveler once carved a wish into the bark, hoping the winds would carry it to dista...
