Daphne’s story

You’ve seen her on a thousand film posters.

You just never knew her name.

Daphne.

She was a river’s daughter, and she wanted to belong to no one.

Then a god saw her, and wanted her.

She ran.

And when she could run no farther, she begged her father, the river, to change her.

Her feet took root. Her arms became branches. Her hair became leaves.

When he laid his hand on the bark, he could still feel her heart, trembling underneath.

He kissed the wood. Even as wood, she pulled away.

He couldn’t have her. So he took her leaves, and wore them as a crown.

Ever since, her leaves have crowned the chosen. Poets. Athletes. Artists.

Now she sits on film posters, and quietly says: this film was chosen.

But she only ever asked to belong to no one.

So we made her free.

Daphne makes festival laurels for your film.

No account. No watermark. Nothing leaves your device.

For every filmmaker who’s earned one.