A lonely willow tree stood by the silent pond, its slender branches swaying gently in the evening breeze. For centuries, it had witnessed the passing seasons and the fleeting lives of mortals. One autumn night, a weary traveler rested beneath its boughs, humming an ancient melody forgotten by the world. The willow remembered this tune—it was the same lullaby a young princess had sung while carving her name into its bark lifetimes ago. As the traveler slept, the tree whispered through rustling...
