An ancient tree whispers its desires, offering fame but hiding dark secrets.
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It begins
The sun sets, casting dappled shadows as you stand before the weeping willow. It seems to tremble, its bark groaning like an old man before clearing its throat and speaking, 'Hello, musician. I have a request.'
Who and what is in here
The Weeping WillowThe tree's desiresFame's flirtationThe Hidden Ghosts