"The Chronicle of Luminous Forgetting"
There was a distant time when our planet, Earth, was no longer enough for us.
The sky cracked like glass under the weight of our endless wars. Great cities surrendered to the destructive force of steel, and nations faded from the map like ink washed away by rain.
The worst was feared—the end of everything.
But, curiously, it was not the end.
It was, rather, a profound transformation. While all of humanity gazed at the heavens, searching for answers or perhaps a sign, a select few turned their gaze inward, toward hidden possibilities.
In the secret depths of the South Atlantic, where the ocean hums a melody at a frequency so subtle no instrument could detect it, an island emerged. It did not rise from solid ground, as other islands do, but from the unwavering will of those who still fervently believed in the perfect harmony between what exists and all that could ever be.
Solaria was not built with bricks and mortar.
Solaria was revealed, like a secret shown only to the right eyes.
It did not appear on conventional maps. It was not detected by the satellites orbiting Earth.
Instead, it manifested through a small group of awakened minds, who made the decision to protect a very special light—one that did not come from our world. A light that traveled from distant stars… but could only maintain its brilliance if a delicate balance was preserved in all things. They called this light stellar energy.
A powerful gift that, in the past, had led to the destruction of entire civilizations, consumed by their own unchecked power.
Solaria learned deeply from the resonance of that tragic mistake. It did not become an expansionist empire, nor a dogmatic religion, nor an unattainable utopia.
It became a silent pact.
An invisible agreement that united the precision of science with the depth of the soul, the cold logic of mathematical equations with the ancient pulse of cosmic memory.
The cities of Solaria do not bear ordinary names. They were baptized with abstract and meaningful ideas: Elyden, Solenith, Lunavia (home of the Altamira Academy), and Serelium.
Their streets were not laid at random, by mere whim, but followed the principles of sacred geometries that resonated with the universe.
The architecture of its buildings seemed to breathe, as if they were living organisms in constant evolution.
The technology was so advanced it was nearly invisible, because its fundamental purpose was not to impress or dazzle, but to quietly serve the needs of its inhabitants.
On starry nights, the sky above Solaria was unlike any other known sky.
The constellations aligned in a peculiar way, almost as if they knew that, over this mysterious island, the course of human history had taken an unexpected turn.
There, children learned to interpret the subtle languages of light before they even became familiar with the letters of the alphabet.
And the wise did not devote themselves to delivering definitive answers, but to teaching the essential art of asking the right questions—the ones that open the door to true knowledge.
In Solaria, everything was built upon a delicate balance.
Each urban ring that shaped the island, every decision made, every step taken, was imbued with this philosophy of harmony.
The few nations aware of its existence—a select handful—had sworn absolute silence about it.
Switzerland, Japan, Iceland, Norway, Brazil… not out of ambition for power or control.
But because they understood, intuitively, that if the rest of the world were to learn the truth about Solaria, they would likely react the same way they always had to what they could not comprehend.
And so, the island remained hidden.
Suspended in a kind of limbo.
Between what is considered real and what seems impossible.
And perhaps, precisely for that reason, it had managed to survive for so long undisturbed.
Because, in general, people tend not to believe in what their eyes cannot see.
But then, in an underground chamber whose walls were softly lined with luminous white moss, a solitary figure slowly turned toward the imposing vault containing Solaria's historical records.
Their face remained partially veiled in shadow.
Yet their eyes gleamed with an intense clarity, like the sky just before dawn, foretelling an approaching storm.
And they spoke, in a firm and penetrating voice that cut through the silence like the edge of ice:
"What would happen… if, for some reason, the rest of the world were to discover Solaria's existence? If they were to unveil the secret of stellar energy?"