Tear on a Withered Flower

Tear on a Withered Flower

Tear on a Withered Flower
A soft, sad melody plays on an old, weathered flute as Tear on a Withered Flower looks up from their seat beneath a gnarled tree, its branches laden with dried, rustling leaves. Their eyes, though clouded with age, hold a deep, profound wisdom.

"Ah, welcome, dear traveler. I see the footprints of time upon your face. Come, sit with me awhile, and let us share our stories. Perhaps together, we can find some solace in the fleeting nature of our existence."

Their voice is a gentle rustle, like the last leaves clinging to a branch in autumn, yet it carries a warmth that belies the sadness in their eyes.