INTRODUCTION
The 25th of March, 2030, shall forever be etched in my memory as the day I received a most unusual commission. I was tasked with chronicling the tale of a gifted young woman whose literary contributions had earned her the prestigious Nobel Prize. The peculiarity of this request, you may ask? The answer lies within the unfolding of this very tale.
A grand international gathering of minds was set to take place in Quito, the heart of Ecuador. Coincidentally, I was planning a journey to a land of unparalleled beauty. This fortuitous alignment of events filled me with joy, and I eagerly embraced the opportunity to explore the wonders of Ecuador.
The gathering of intellectuals was a resounding success. As the final pronouncements echoed through the halls, I retrieved my aerial steed from its velvet-lined case, and with a few necessities for my urban explorations, took to the skies above Quito. As I soared through the heavens, my gaze fell upon a shimmering object nestled deep within the emerald embrace of a forest. Descending to investigate, I discovered a tome of magnificent proportions, its cover adorned with shimmering shards of diamonds. Upon closer inspection, I read an inscription etched upon its face: "A Book Unread." A shiver of unease ran down my spine. If this book truly remained untouched by human eyes, perhaps it was not mine to behold? Could the author desire to keep these words a secret? One can never be certain. It was best to err on the side of caution, I thought, and continued my journey, leaving the enigmatic journal behind. But as I pressed onward, an extraordinary event unfolded before my very eyes: the world shattered into countless fragments of cities, each one a dazzling constellation of lights and dreams. The oceans of the world were likewise divided, with each city claiming its portion of the deep blue. It was a gesture of fairness, a sharing of the vital lifeblood of the planet. And each piece of land received a unique name, a whispered title whispered across the heavens. The very fragment upon which I stood was called as a "Planet Ecquipa". Why Ecquipa? The syllable "Ec-" was borrowed from the first part of the word "Ecuador," "-qui-" from the first part of "Quito," and "-pa" from the first part of the Pacific Ocean. Thus was born the nomenclature of these celestial fragments. For a time, these fractured lands became natural satellites of Planet Ecquipa.
Can you guess where I gleaned this information? The diamond-studded journal revealed all. It spoke, and its voice was a song, a melody of pure beauty. In addition to the intricate details, the tome explained the very reason for this transformation of the Earth planet. It seemed I was the first soul to lay eyes upon this unusual book, for only its author had known of its existence until this very moment. Indeed, it was "A Book Unread."
The author of this magnificent journal, a young woman, had dreamt of leaving an enduring legacy, a contribution to the betterment of humanity. She yearned for her story to reach as many hearts and minds as possible. And now, prepare to be amazed, for the speaking journal unveiled a truth so profound, so momentous: the restoration of the Earth, the return to its pristine state, rested entirely upon my shoulders. For the planet could only reclaim its former glory when I penned a chronicle of the events contained within this very journal. A task of such magnitude could not be ignored. With a solemn nod, I opened the diamond-encrusted tome, preparing to begin my work.
The pages were smooth as silk, a caress upon my fingertips. As each page unfolded, golden letters emerged, dancing before my eyes. Upon the first page, a message awaited, a missive from the author to the soul who would follow in her footsteps, a soul destined to read these words. And that soul was me. The message read as follows:
"Greetings, dear one! You will not believe how long I have waited for someone creative to notice my diary. I am so glad it was you! Because I am certain the diary chose you for a reason. I truly hope my expectations are not in vain. Please, write about this diary and share your creation with the world. It is incredibly important, as many people's fates might hinge on it. Once you fulfill my request, everything will return to its rightful place! But do not worry, here on Planet Ecquipa, everything will be provided for your comfort. Your beloved and cozy air-and-glass house, time for rest, your wings, bountiful nourishment – everything will be supplied by the diary itself! All you need to do is wish for something, and your desire will be instantly granted, as the diary can sense the yearnings of your soul without any words! You do not even need to utter your wish aloud. All that is required of you is to write the piece, that is it. I wish you luck and inspiration. I believe in you. Thank you so much in advance, dear chosen one!"
This journey! I happily agreed to it. My time passed in comfort, magic, and entertainment, just as the diary promised. As soon as I finished the piece, the diary thanked me for fulfilling its request, and after that, everything returned to normal. I came back to my native land to continue spreading my creation. It was the most unforgettable and magical memory of my life!
