Witch in Fairy Tale World

A long time ago, in a distant fairy tale world, a colorful river meandered from one end of the world to the other. Three thousand three hundred and thirty-three miles down the river, a garden stood quietly by the river. The owner of the garden was a mysterious witch. When life encounters the ups and downs of fate, they will come to the garden. The witch can always clearly see the ups and downs, but cannot see the way out after them. This makes her distressed, but she is still willing to listen to these stories enthusiastically. She has an inch-thick book with a cover as green as moss and a back cover as red as a maple leaf. If this book contained a story, it could fill endless pages. The witch never writes, because she only takes a piece, a wisp, a touch of things that have quietly changed due to listening to the story, and takes a piece about the size of a dog's paw print, and gently presses it into the page. If the story she heard had a happy ending, she would put the bookmark on the first page; otherwise, she would put it on the last page. Over time, the green front half becomes increasingly fluffy, while the red back half becomes solid. Later, the book that sealed all the unspoken endings and the memory of the entire garden remained as silent as before on the window sill. The river outside the window was rushing and flowing continuously, as if responding to and telling a new beginning.