On the shore, a simple mirror becomes the prelude to an ancient fate.
It is no longer Narcissus who is lost in the reflection: this time it is Echo, condemned to chase an illusion that enchants and consumes her.
Sand clouds the image, water seems to promise clarity, yet the more she seeks to see herself, the further the vision slips away. Obsession drags her into the depths, beyond the limit, until she brushes against the abyss.
One final embrace of the mirror, then the choice: to let it go, to abandon the mirage in order to survive.
The reflection sinks to the seabed, but the echo of its deception lingers, like a voice that refuses to fade.