In a small town surrounded by mountains, where the wind played with the leaves of the trees and the school was the heart of the community, lived Daniel, a newly arrived young master of literature. At the age of 27, he had a burning passion for books and a deep desire to inspire his students to find their voice in words. Among his students was Mark, an 18-year-old with a restless mind and an innate talent for writing. His notebooks were full of hidden poems, thoughts that he never dared to read aloud. Daniel noticed that talent from the first essay he corrected and, over the months, he began to encourage Mark to show his art without fear. Literature classes soon became the refuge of both. Between scribbled leaves and the sound of chalk against the board, a silent complicity grew. Daniel found in Mark a unique sensitivity, and Mark saw in his teacher someone who for the first time understood him without the need for explanations. One afternoon, after class, Mark stayed in the classroom while Daniel reviewed some essays.

Professor, do you think there are words that are too difficult to say out loud? - the young man asked, fiddling with the corner of his notebook.