A lone willow bends by the silent river, its branches tracing secrets on the water’s surface. An old fisherman rows slowly, his net cast into the shimmering twilight. He remembers a promise made decades ago beneath these very branches—a vow carried away by the autumn wind. Now, as fireflies ignite like floating embers, he waits for a shadow that may never return. The moon rises, painting the world in silver, and the willow whispers tales of patience to the stars. Some say love is an anchor; o...
