"My child... Help. I lost my child..."
The tragic mother feels the world slipping away.
What mind and what heart can withstand such pressure, such tragedy in a moment?
She searches in the eyes of the people around her for redemption for the loss of her daughter.
She searches for her own flesh, her blood. But in vain...
The child is lost.

It was snatched from her hands by a couple, one summer in Nydri, Lefkada, to fill the void they had in their lives.
With them, Nefeli experienced love, caresses, smiles, until her brother came into the world.
Since then, everything changed...

The brushes and canvases helped her escape from her black and white life, through a colorful window.
The woman and the man who she met as parents hurt her, wounded her, until she opened the window... and her wings too.

Antigone, Melitini, Arete.
They entered her life to show her love, humanity.
Love, Illness, Redemption.
How much power can they exert over her?