The flowers’ trick to survive was to become more and more beautiful. Beauty is the wonder of the flowers’ evolution in order to seduce other creatures, use them to reproduce and multiply and then wither while secretly giving their seeds to earth, so as to sink into darkness once more and rise again into light from the depths of blackness. This is an everlasting cycle that celebrates, each and every time, the glory hidden in dirt and ashes with the birth of a bud. “Mastouri” is both the end of the budding and the beginning of flowering season.