Narcissus never loved anyone else. He loved the reflection of a moment he could never touch. Echo never truly spoke. She only repeated what was given to her. Not because she had no voice but because the moment never allowed her to exist whole. This is how almosts are born. Where desire comes dangerously close to truth and someone leaves so as not to ruin what they imagined. Narcissus remained forever before his reflection. Echo stayed forever a step behind. And between them the moment that was never completed. This collection is dedicated to all the things that never happened because they would have become too real. To glances that kept their distance. To desires that chose to remain an idea. To stories that stayed beautiful only because they never ended. Because sometimes, leaving is the only way to keep something alive.