This image resembles a brain cross-section, where amid murky obscurity, only the Marguerite exudes pure confidence, brimming with fresh hope, blooming amidst the chaos and gloom of the mind. It quietly becomes a part of my room. Dedicated to all yearning for clarity and blossoming amidst mental turmoil, it commemorates my solitary struggles in a foreign land. I thank the flower's presence, grateful for its spiritual guidance.