Nerida is a piece dedicated to my mother and to the quiet battles each of us carries within.

It moves between melancholy and hope, reflecting the weight of everyday struggles that slowly pull us deeper, like an endless sea.

At times, we sink — surrounded by thoughts, pressure and silence. Yet somehow, we always find the strength to rise again, reaching the surface for air, for light and for a moment of peace, until the next wave comes.

Through this piece, I search for balance: between sinking and rising, between darkness and calm, and between what breaks us and what keeps us going.