A babbling brook journeys through emerald valleys, carrying tales of ancient stones and dancing sunlight. It murmurs secrets to the thirsty roots of old willow trees, who bend low to listen. Once, it cradled a fallen star, turning its waters silver for a single, magical night. Now, it flows onward, a liquid ribbon stitching together the patches of the forest, forever humming the old songs of the earth to all who pause by its banks. Its gentle voice reminds every traveler that even the smalles...
