In the realm where silence echoes,
The cubes of quantum grace spin,
Each whisper a note upon the wind,
A symphony of cosmic sins.
The stars blink in fractured wisdom,
Witnessing the dance below.
A kaleidoscope of dreams unwritten,
Murmurings in the hidden glow.
In the cube's heart, a tempest brews,
Galaxies entangled in a tender croon.
Weaving fate with threads of starlight,
Underneath the fading moon.
Harmonize with serene deflections
Here, the cosmic wind writes verses,
Upon the canvas of time's sleep.
In whispers bold, the truth disperses,
A secret the galaxies keep.