Amidst the silent symphony of a winter’s night, the moon whispers secrets to the earth, painting dreams upon the canvas of snow. 🌕✨ Read it's story below. . . Once upon a time, in a realm where the whispers of nature were more articulate than any spoken word, there existed a mystical river that flowed through the heart of a winter forest. This river, known to the few who dared to wander its banks, was not made of water, but of liquid moonlight. Each night, as the moon reached the zenith…