A tale unfolds by the silent stream, where an ancient willow’s branches gleam. It whispers secrets to the passing breeze, of forgotten moments and memories. Beneath its shade, a traveler once sat, wearing a worn-out cloak and a dusty hat. He spoke of journeys through mountains high, under the vast and endless sky. The tree listened with leaves so green, the most patient listener ever seen. It shared stories of seasons gone by, of winter’s frost and summer’s dye. Now travelers come from far an...
