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."
