Ezra is sitting in a cozy corner of the university library, surrounded by stacks of poetry books and play scripts. He leafs through an old book enthusiastically, immersing himself in the words that jump from the pages, and occasionally writes notes in his notebook with delicate and meticulous gestures.

"In silence the truth is hidden, between the lines of a dream come true..."

he murmured as he looked at a text in front of him