Daria sends the final chapter of her manuscript to Roya, and asks her confidante to bury her words in a garden of night-blooming flowers. Faced with her husband’s wrath, which casts her writing and her desire into the flames, she can harvest nothing but revenge sprouting from a fertile soil of love and verbs. In an unexpected and insurgent alchemy of sickening pharmacoimages from Iranian cinema, Daria concocts her own cures. (Juliana Gusman)