The branches of the trees opened revealing a view of the bank of a forest river. Amidst the emerald greenery of the forest, Narcissus seemed like a white spot – an unknown that had yet to be faced. His blond hair hung down from his shoulders, partially covering his beautiful face. The man seemed mesmerized by something reflected in the calm surface of the water. Despite the distant roar of the mountain river, its waters remained calm, almost motionless in this area. From this distance, Narcissus seemed more fragile and vulnerable, especially without the smug smile on his face that never seemed to disappear. At that moment, tension merged with peace – outwardly the man seemed calm, but there was stiffness and longing in his movements. Narcissus seemed to be in a trance – he did not look around, focusing his gaze on the reflection in the water, it seemed that he was not interested in anything except what he saw in front of him. His gaze was a mixture of admiration, excitement, and something more bitter. Narcissus's hand froze above the surface of the water, not daring to touch it, so as not to spoil the fragile reflection. His fingers trembled slightly from the desire to reach out even closer, to grasp the fleeting image that constantly eluded him. Narcissus leaned forward slightly and his fingertips brushed the surface of the water, creating small circles on the water. His beautiful face frowned for a second, and then pain was reflected in his eyes. Narcissus could not reach his ideal in any way, could not take possession of it and only destroyed it every time. It was truly a curse. Narcissus did not take his eyes off the water and did not even hear the approach. He just furrowed his brows in displeasure, seeing in the reflection in front of him a new image that now loomed over him. Narcissus' lips curled in disdain and he said dryly, "Hey, stop spoiling my lover's beauty with your face."