Echo was a nymph who loved a youth named Narcissus. She had been cursed by Hera to only be able to repeat the last words said by others. Echo tried to approach Narcissus but she was rejected. She was left heartbroken and her life wasted away until nothing was left expect an echo sound. As punishment for his pride, Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection and spent his days in longing until he died. After his death, Narcissus was transformed into a flower.
Why, beautiful being, do you shun me? Surely my face is not one to repel you. The nymphs love me, and you yourself look not indifferent upon me. When I stretch forth my arms you do the same; and you smile upon me and answer my beckonings with the like. Stay, I entreat you! Let me at least gaze upon you, if I may not touch you.
Mythology Meme: (2/6) Muses and or Nymphs ➝ “Echo” in Greek mythology, a mountain nymph, or oread. Echo offended the goddess Hera by keeping her in conversation, thus preventing her from spying on one of Zeus’ amours. To punish Echo, Hera deprived her of speech, except for the ability to repeat the last words of another. Echo’s hopeless love for Narcissus, who fell in love with his own image, made her fade away until all that was left of her was her voice.
“One could only be the reflection of other people’s words, and the one could only pay attention to one reflection: his own. None could conquer what they wished for, the love of someone untouchable. Love and grief, when combined, kill the victim slowly, without mercy. Echo’s spirit will talk back to those who visit the mountain where she once lived until the end of days, and those who wander the lake will swear they could see someone staring back at them.”
When she saw Narcissus roam alone in the woods she was excited at once and secretly trailed, and the closer she followed the hotter she grew, as when sulfur is daubed at the top of a torch and snatches the dancing flames.
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She became wrinkled and wasted; all freshness of her beauty withered into the air. Only her voice and her bones were left, till finally her voice alone remained; for her bones, they say, were turned to stone.