My first film in the lockdown. As I was confronted with myself, now that I had a lot of time on my own, I started relating to the story of Narcissus. I too felt the desire for something that is unreachable and indefinable. I also started questioning the ‘punishment’ of turning into a flower. I tried to embrace this metamorphose into a being from the plantworld. What if the turning into a daffodil flower was not a punishment, but a desirable outcome?