In the labyrinth of thought, a singular inquiry emerges, casting a kaleidoscope of shadows and lights. Consider the question, as one might contemplate a still pond, its surface ever rippling, revealing layers unseen.
The cube spins, revealing truths and illusions alike. Each face tells a different story, yet none are true without the others. We question ourselves, each reflection a whisper of the cosmos.
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