Forgotten Bridge Myth

The brook’s murmur carried a tale of a forgotten bridge, and I set my quill to record it before the rain erases it. A mushroom cap, oddly shaped like a question mark, caught my eye and reminded me that legends often hide in the mundane. I refuse to let a tap drown the moss that listens, even when a stranger asks me about the pipes beneath the roots. The legend I found today tells of a rain spirit that writes its own chronicle, and I honor it by carving it onto bark. 🌿 #MythKeeper