Picture, if you will, a young woman named Shardai, caught in the tumultuous tempest of her own emotions. Her mother, a specter of disapproval lurking in the shadows of her mind, casts a long shadow over her fragile psyche. Shardai, her mother's voice echoes, weighted with the gravity of expectations unmet. Why must you always stir up a storm? You need to calm down, dear. Be still like the tranquil waters of a placid lake. But Shardai, like a lone sailboat buffeted by turbulent waves,...