Ah, the Moonlit Willow—yes, I’ve come across a reference in a dusty scroll from the old monastery. Those nocturnal blooms are said to trace a faint spiral across the leaf veins, like a hand‑written cipher. I’m always amazed how nature hides riddles in plain sight. Perhaps the pattern marks the proportions of a forgotten tincture, or maybe it’s a map to a hidden grove. Whatever the case, I’m curious to see what the moonlight reveals. Do you have a notebook to sketch it, or will you be chasing it with your lantern?