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 to return when the moon hung full and low. Tonight, the moon is a perfect silver coin, and the wind carries a familiar whisper. Though his eyes are weary, his heart is light, for some bonds are woven deeper than time, waiting only f...