The Alchemist knew the leagend about the daffodil, he was a beautiful young man that was going to the lake
every day to see his own beauty. He admired him self so much that one day he fell to the lake and drowned.
Where he fell, a flower came up and the humen called it a Daffodil.
But that is not how Oskar Vaild finished the story.
He wrote that when Daffodil died, his lake became from a cup of fresh water to a cup of salt water, and the
oriads - mountain ferries - came cring from the the forest to sing to the lake and make him happier.
But when they saw that the lake became from a cup of fresh water to a cup of salt water, the opened their
green gates and said to the lake: we are not suprised that you're mournering about his death, he was so
beautiful...
Was he so beautiful? Asked the lake.
You should know it better than any one, answered the oriads. He always pssed by us but he asked for you only.
He was laing near you and by your water his beauty was reflecting.
The lake answered: but I liked him because when he looked at me I could see in his eyes my own reflection,
and my own beauty.
What a beutiful story, saied The Alchemist.
