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In the shady mountains of Boeotia lived the nymph Echo — light as the sound of the wind. For her talkativeness, she was punished by Hera: Echo lost her own speech and could only repeat the last words of others. Wandering through the forests, she saw the young man Narcissus — the son of the river god Cephisus and the nymph Liriope. He was so beautiful that the hearts of mortals and immortals trembled at his appearance. But Narcissus was cold: he rejected love, laughed at feelings, and walked by as if he did not hear the pleas.

Echo loved him without hope. She followed him, unable to speak first. The nymph's heart wasted away: she withered until only her voice remained, living in the stones and ravines.

For her disdain of another's love, Nemesis punished Narcissus. One day, bending over a clear spring, he saw his reflection in the water — and he was consumed by passion for it. He reached for the image, but it disappeared with each touch. Unable to tear himself away, Narcissus withered away from love for himself and died. In that place, a flower grew with white petals and a golden heart — the daffodil.

Moral: self-love blinds: looking only at the "beautiful reflection" of profits and ignoring risks, one can easily lose real value.