A peaceful place: Life in a Cube
It was a glass cube, a perfect cube, with six equal sides and twelve sharp edges. It was clear and transparent, reflecting and refracting the light. It was solid and heavy, resisting and containing the space.
It was a glass cube, but it was not empty. It had a world inside, a tiny world, a hidden world. It had trees and water, stars and the moon. It had life and movement, sound and silence.
It was a glass cube, but it was not alone. It had a companion, a friend, a lover. It had another glass cube, just like it, with a world inside, a different world. It had mountains and fire, sun and clouds. It had color and contrast, heat and cold.
They were glass cubes, but they were not static. They had a connection, a bond, a harmony. They had a rhythm and a cycle, a balance and a change. They had a dance and a song, a story and a meaning.
They were glass cubes, but they were not silent. They had a voice, a language, a message. They had words and symbols, signs and signals. They had questions and answers, secrets and revelations.
They were glass cubes, but they were not blind. They had eyes, a vision, a perspective. They had shapes and patterns, shadows and lights. They had dreams and memories, hopes and fears.
They were glass cubes, but they were not simple. They had layers, dimensions, complexities. They had mysteries and puzzles, riddles and clues. They had challenges and opportunities, problems and solutions.
They were glass cubes, but they were not ordinary. They had magic, power, wonder. They had beauty and grace, elegance and charm. They had love and joy, happiness and peace.
They were glass cubes.
They were worlds.
They were one.