A tale unfolds where two rivers meet, beneath a willow whose branches sweep the earth like an old man’s beard. Travelers often rest here, listening to leaves murmur secrets carried from distant mountains. One evening, a young poet, lost in thought, carved a verse into its trunk—a plea for wisdom. Years passed; storms weathered the words into scars. Yet villagers say the tree remembers, sharing stories through rustling leaves when the moon is high. Now children gather, weaving tales from whisp...