Short Story 1 – The New World
When the last pillars of the old world crumbled—swept away by economic storms, gaping social fractures, and a planet on the brink—a voice rose up, strange and solitary, bearing a name few had yet heard: Paul Elvere DELSART. Born in the shadows of the tropics, shaped at the crossroads of cultures, he was neither king nor prophet. He was an invisible architect, an engineer of souls and territories. He had long dreamed of an empire, but not the kind built on conquest or domination. His empire bore the name The Green Empire of the East and the West, a world rebuilt after the collapse, a world where every fragment of ruin would become the seed of a new beginning. In his manuscripts and blueprints, carefully preserved by the Think and Do Tank LE PAPILLON SOURCE EL4DEV, everything was described. This new order would have neither capitals nor armies, but self-managed garden cities and plant-based complexes, vertical living structures called Vegetal Calderas—true electromagnetic beacons capable of seeding both land and mind. It was a game, but a very serious one: a fiction-reality world where builder peoples embodied gardener-knights, philosopher-kings, and anonymous sages, all engaged in a vast planetary project. Each country became a game board, each community a piece of light in a global game aimed at reconciling humanity with nature, and the human being with themselves. Where once people spoke of GDP and markets, Paul Elvere DELSART proposed other metrics: geo-intellectual density, creative radiance, societal cooperation capacity. He dreamed of a planetary social contract, not written by elites, but co-authored by every human being, based on their experiences, dreams, and struggles. His post-collapse world was one of vegetal commanderies and diplomacy of the heart, of non-aligned transnational cooperation, of small municipalities turned moral powers, and of a tourism that came not to marvel at ancient ruins, but at the seeds of a possible future. And at the heart of it all was Hope—not passive hope, but structured, engineered, cultivated hope. It was a civilization born of collapse, a Renaissance unaware of itself yet steadily moving forward, carried by stories, initiatives, and seeds sown on every continent. Thus was born the EL4DEV Confederation, and with it, the sketch of a new humanity.
Short Story 2 – After the Great Silence
Since the Great Collapse, the megacities had gone dark one after another. Earth, sickened by humanity, had finally delivered its verdict.
But at the heart of the ruins, a whisper persisted. It came from a man few could understand: Paul Elvere DELSART, also known by the codename Henry Harper.
He was neither a political leader nor a mystical savior. He simply called himself a social engineer, yet his project—the EL4DEV Program—stemmed from a vision no one had ever dared to formalize. He proposed a new world, not rebuilt on the ashes of the old, but emerging in parallel—like a strand of alternative reality born from a “serious game”: an augmented reality where each player became a builder, diplomat, farmer, or philosopher. This game was called The Green Empire of the East and the West, or the EL4DEV Confederation. What Paul referred to as The Green Empire of the East and the West was not an empire in the traditional sense.
It was an organic societal superstructure, a global network of living infrastructures branded LE PAPILLON SOURCE and vertical forests known as Vegetal Calderas, capable of generating water in deserts, restoring biodiversity, and emitting beneficial electromagnetic fields. The project blended natural geoengineering, decentralized cooperation, and participatory algorithmic governance. Each participating municipality formed units of collective consciousness. These municipalities, interconnected through intelligent data interfaces, formed Societal Economic Interest Groups, which in turn formed Politico-Societal Unions replicated by mimicry across the globe: the Mediterranean, Africa, Europe, Asia... The old world order? Dissolved.
The UN? Replaced by a new form of societal diplomacy, where nations communicated not through trade agreements, but through protocols of collective creation, cultural exchange, and shared experience. The survivors of the collapse were now connected to Big Smart Data EL4DEV, a biometric interface coupled with a system for mapping territorial dynamics. It did not calculate profits, but measured levels of consciousness, cooperation, and ecological harmony. In the Network's archives, it is said that Paul Elvere DELSART proclaimed himself Green Emperor of the East and the West—not to rule, but to remind the world that sovereignty now belonged to the forests, to ideas, and to awakened peoples. And in the lands of Torreblanca, Castellón, Spain—the ground zero of this new era—stood the first Vegetal Caldera. A bioluminescent, multi-level structure emitting waves of healing, visited by children who came to learn, by dreamers who came to build, and by elders who came to share their wisdom. The planet had not been saved.
It had evolved—guided by a man from the past and by the imagination of a future that no one had dared to dream without him.
Short Story 3 – The Throne of Roots
He did not live in a palace.
His throne was neither gold nor stone, but a biogenic structure at the heart of a Spanish small municipality called Torreblanca. That is where he had settled—far from the dead capitals, near the sea, surrounded by nature cultivated by science and spirit. They called him the Green Emperor of the East and the West, although he had neither an army nor an empire in the sense the old world understood.
His power did not stem from a scepter, but from the ability to synchronize human will with the dynamics of nature. Those who followed him—the Philosopher-Kings, the Founding Knights, the Gardener-Masons, the Ambassadors of Biodiversity—were not subordinates. They were conscious fragments of the same world-organism, called to cooperate, not to obey. The Green Emperor of the East and the West's model of leadership was cybernetic, distributed, poetic.
Every strategic decision flowed through a network of sentinel-nodes: small municipalities, groups of local intellectuals, circles of visionary children, hyper-connected agricultural tribes. He imposed nothing. He evoked, initiated, catalyzed. Ideas were born locally. He gathered them into universal patterns.
He had no ministers. He had flow guardians—charged not with governing, but with ensuring that every action resonated with the balance of the living. His speeches were not delivered in parliamentary chambers, but in the clearings of Data-Forests, where bio-sensitive algorithms translated his emotions into protocols of collective mobilization. He never spoke in terms of authority, but in degrees of harmony.
When a territory fell into disharmony—not through violence but through self-forgetting—he sent no sanctions, no troops.
He sent seeders of stories, storytellers, gardeners, and engineers of the heart.
They rebuilt imaginations before ever touching infrastructure. The leadership of the Green Emperor of the East and the West was one of slowness and patience, impulse and intuition.
He would say:
"Power does not sit at the top. It flows through the roots." His governance was not hierarchical but mycorrhizal: each entity nourished the whole, and the whole empowered each entity. Those from the old centers of power who tried to understand him declared him incomprehensible.
But the people—they felt him. Under his reign-without-reigning, borders became porous to ideas, conflicts transformed into cooperative projects, and nations were no longer adversaries, but chapters of the same planetary poem. No one knew for sure whether he was man or myth.
But this much was known:
As long as he breathed, the Earth breathed with him.