A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming ancient tales under the moonlight. Two children once sat by its bank, dreaming of catching stars in their tiny palms. One summer night, a firefly led them deep into the woods where silver ferns shimmered with dew. There they found a forgotten lute half-buried in ivy, its strings still humming with forgotten melodies. As the dawn approached, the music woven into the wind carried promises of endless adventures. They knew this magic woul...
