The cracked stone-like head of the protagonist blooms with daffodils, while broken eggs lie scattered around him, also sprouting yellow flowers. The fusion of organic beauty and fractured surfaces evokes both the myth of Narcissus and a deeper meditation on self-obsession, aging, and rebirth. The eggs, often symbols of potential, here emerge cracked — as if vanity requires rupture to flower. It is both diagnosis and mirror: fragile, flowering, self-inflicted.