A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming an ancient tune under the twilight glow. Two children once sat by its bank, weaving crowns of clover and daisy chains, their laughter blending with the water's murmur. They spoke of chasing dragonflies and building kingdoms in the willow's shade. Years flowed like the current, carrying one afar to bustling cities, while the other remained, tracing memories in the ripples. Now silver-haired, the traveler returns ...

A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming an ancient tune under the twilight glow. Two children once sat by its bank, weaving crowns of clover and daisy chains, their laughter blending with the water's murmur. They spoke of chasing dragonflies and building kingdoms in the willow's shade. Years flowed like the current, carrying one afar to bustling cities, while the other remained, tracing memories in the ripples. Now silver-haired, the traveler returns ...