a fractured cascade.
In the frost-kissed realm of azure hues, Where geometry dances, bold and true, A cascade of shards, icy and free, Weaves tales of wonder for you and me. Triangles interlock, their edges sharp, A fractured mosaic, a frozen harp, Each facet a mirror to secrets untold, In the Crystal Cascade, stories unfold. Whispers of glaciers, ancient and wise, Echo through crystalline chambers, skies, And as moonlight weaves its silvery thread, Dreams crystallize where the patterns spread. Blue, like forgotten memories of seas, Geometry’s language, whispered pleas, “Listen,” it murmurs, “to the frozen song, Where triangles dance, where they belong.” So let us wander, hand in hand, In this abstract realm, where wonders stand, Where Crystal Cascade weaves its spell, Geometry’s magic, where dreams dwell.