The Watching Willow
Once upon a breath, when whispers frolicked through the hidden meadows of time, there stood an ageless sentinel, sprawling and serene. This was the Watching Willow, its boughs an unspoken tome of the past echoes, binding the nectar of dreams within each emerald leaf.
No traveler passed without the tickle of its shadow, nor the quiet murmur of its silent gaze. Those who lingered beneath its canopy spoke of glimpses caught between the threads, stories unfurling like petals in the hushed light of dusk.
Some claimed the willow wove secrets into the breeze, crafting lullabies for the restless dawn. Souls tender and yearning found solace within its embrace, unraveling the hours of silence to scattered stardust upon its roots.
And now, around the willow, new tales dance. Each visit sows another thread, a lilt on looms unseen for any wanderer to untangle.