In the ruins of a forgotten civilization, a cube hums with ancient light…
Each rotation unveils a fragment of time — worlds that never existed.
The cube whispers in binary and prophecy, rewriting the laws of fate.
Reality bends; stars rearrange; the cube learns your name.
A voice from within murmurs: “You were never the observer — you were the story.”
The light fades… yet the cube keeps spinning in your reflection.