A lone willow bends by the silent river, its leaves murmuring secrets to the passing wind. An old fisherman sits beneath, mending his net with gnarled hands, listening to the tree’s ancient tales. He recalls a night years ago when the moon painted the water silver, and a stranger in a small boat shared a story of lost love under these very branches. The tale spoke of two lovers separated by war, who promised to meet here each autumn. Though only one ever returned, the willow keeps their vow a...
