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It was in the hands of a master that the cube was born.

Neither a machine touched its surface, nor did molds determine its lines. Every corner bore the traces of a patience kneaded over time, and every surface a carefully crafted labor. The cube, which is perhaps the simplest form of geometry, this time carried not only a shape, but also a story.

The houses, which came to life within four walls, seemed to have lost their soul. Mass-produced items, identical forms... Then came it: a hand-shaped cube with imperfect corners but soul. He lit a corner with a candle placed in it, and kept the memories with a note left on it.