According to the best-known version of the story in Ovid’s Metamorphoses, Narcissus rejected the advances of all women and men who approached him, instead falling in love with his own reflection in a pool of water.[1] In some versions, he beat his breast purple in agony at being kept apart from this reflected love, and according to Ovid turned into a flower bearing his name.
Soggy bloated orange cheato found face down. Would be nice but keep dreaming, eh. p.s. This is non-politcal.