There is a long long time, Narcisse had finally become himself...

Narcisse - Sombre (Original Mix)

"Once upon a time, a young and pretty nymph, crossed the course of a majestic river named Cephisus. The water court, while finding the nymph to his taste, decided to hug her and did violence. Nine months later, was born Narcisse, whose the name means "narcosis", falling asleep.

Sixteen years later, the teenager was known to all for his fascinating beauty like no other. But the man who had so much charm categorically refused to be touched by anyone, pushing all loves.

It's even said that a young man more diligent than others, gave him one day to send as a gift, a sword. But Narcisse refused the gift of Aménias and returned it. By despite, the suitor used the weapon to open her chest, which also didn't affect a single second's, the son of Liriopée.

One day, during a deer hunt in the forest with a bunch of friends, the Child was lost. Alone, he began to despair, when suddenly, he heard a rustling:

- "Is there no one here? "He shouted to hide his fear and hope.
- "Yes!" Replied a hidden voice behind the bushes. Echo was then a living nymphs, of flesh and bone. His heart throbbed with love for Narcisse, but following a punishment inflicted by Hera, she could only repeat the sounds heard.
- Turn Up! join us! »
- "Join us! "Hastened to repeat, Echo suddenly went out of his thicket and rushed to embrace the object of his wishes.
- "Hope I'll die before to be yours ! " Exclaimed Narcisse, surprised by so much passion.
- "To be yours! " can only answer the Nymph scorned.

Since that day of despair, Echo is only a shadow of itself. Only his voice still echoes in the mountain gorges.

Winding its way of wandering, the Adolescent came to discover a strange place where no animal had ever left no trace, not even a ray of sunlight had pierced the twilight of this place, which in the centre, a source clear gushed. Suddenly spurred by the thirst, Narcisse leans over the clear water and what does he not see ! A beautiful face as a divine figure appears to him for the first time. So, for the first time his heart was kindled. And the object of his love seemed so respond to his expectations ! Does not he smiled when he smiled? Does he not approached him when his gesture was more forthcoming? But the child does not take long to realize that a thin film of water between him and his love was more redoubtable than the hundreds of miles that sometimes separate the lovers.

For the first time he became permeable to suffering. Then his adventure to the borders of itself could continue. Listening neither hunger nor sleep nor his body, he is only an eye to the deep look. And then there was this wonderful sentence: "My image can not deceive me; I burn myself, and I stir the fire that consumes me ... Am I not the thing I seek ? ". Finally aware that he sees the world is none other than himself, he continued his long crossing of the mirror of water. He tried well to grasp himself, but the fine vision vanished without a word. Some tears rolled down her cheeks, and came to disturb the sensitive surface of the source. His image was troubled. Narcisse then entered in the trouble because his representations of himself vanish in their turn, as fragile as ephemeral illusions.

Downed to the heart of the realm of dead, he looked himself in the Styx, "the hated." And when the nymphs came, according to the rules of the place, preparing his funeral pyre, one last surprise awaited them: in place of the departed soul, they saw bloom a golden flower crowned with white petals, narcissus. Narcisse had finally become himself. "