The cube

 The cube. 


All returns to the cube.


 All that exists is the cube.


All serve the cube. 


We are beholden to the cube.


We are born from the cube.


Sing glory to the cube, for the cube will bring life.


When there is no more, the cube will endure.


The cube is eternal.

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