A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming an ancient tune under the moon’s soft glow. Two fireflies dance above the water, weaving light into fleeting poems. An old willow dips its branches, listening to the night’s secrets. Some say the brook carries dreams from the mountain to the sea—stories of wandering poets, lost loves, and starlight trapped in dewdrops. Tonight, it whispers of a traveler who once traded his shadow for a song. The wind pauses to remember.
