Novel & Cerita Rubik's Impossible Jigsaw Puzzle

he informed me. "Great then," I mumbled and looked at the Rubix cube on the nightstand. When I couldn't fall asleep, I would play with the Rubix cube until I fell asleep, but I could never match it properly. "Zaiden, do you know how to play with Rubix cube and match all the colors?" I took the Rubix cube and showed it to him. All the colors were unorganized and messed up. He chortled, seeing it. "Oh, my God, you tortured this poor thing so much," he scoffed.

He might be smart then. My gaze averted to him. Is he still studying? He looked the same age as mine, though. But then, he might only have a youthful face but he might be actually older. Maybe the band was his job. I mean, he's rich. He didn't really need to have a very nice-paying job to survive. "That's a 6,237-piece jigsaw puzzle. And nope,” he met my gaze, “I'm not that genius and patient enough to complete such puzzle."

Crumbling. And beneath them was a small rectangular object, smooth and parakeet-green. A lighter. I exhaled, clutching it tightly as relief washed over me. The Rubik’s cube caught my eye next, half-buried among the clutter. It wasn’t mine. I knew that cube. It had once belonged to Rex. I confiscated it during one of my classes after he kept fiddling with it instead of paying attention. He had always been too relaxed when I was teaching, treating my lessons like background noise, convinced he could coast by.

In every way possible. "Heard you guys got your hands full down at the Six-three, murders, and a gang war. What's it like, the shootings and all?" He had a nervous smile and the handshake of a marshmallow. We walked towards the vault as he fumbled through his keys that were attached to his belt by a chain. "Can't believe you're interested in the Rubik's Cube. It's a hell of a piece of history. It's an enigma in and of itself."

he said, pointing at a huge Rubik’s cube sitting beside his bed. “What the hell is that?” Julianne asked. She absolutely had no idea what her son was pointing at and how it got there. Jared laughed. “It’s a Rubik’s cube, Mom!” He rolled his eyes as if he’s unable to believe that his mother didn’t know what a Rubik’s cube was. He ran to his bed and took a Rubik’s cube, the real one that you play with your hands. “Like this! You play it to make sure you match the colors on all sides.”

He walked forward and held out the box. "For you," he said. Aurora reached out. "What is it?" "A Rubik's Cube," Archie opened it. It was a colorful puzzle toy. "My uncle said you like to break things with your mind. But this is for fixing things." Aurora took the cube. She tried to float it, but Archie shook his head. "Use your hands," he whispered. "It's more fun." Aurora frowned. She twisted the cube. Click. Click. It was tactile. It was grounding. For the first time all day, the violet light in her eyes faded. She focused entirely on the puzzle. The floating pebbles dropped back to the ground.

“Make sure you play cool and don’t get greedy in there.” “Sure!” he said with a nod. “You won’t regret working with me.” “I hope so.” They got out of the elevator and in about half a minute, they are at Lucas's door. Just one knock and Lucas asked them to come in. he has been waiting for them. Since he got to work, he has not done as much as touch anything. He just set the Rubik’s cube in front of him and continued staring at it. He has googled all sites seeking a possible way to get such thing opened but no single site proffered any solution.

Aiden did not expect to meet such an interesting child while seeking treatment there. He smiled and continued chatting with Night, “If you find the Rubik’s Cube boring, you can play something more challenging. Lego, building blocks, and puzzles are all good options.” Night was feeling bored too, so he decided to chat with Aiden to pass the time. He smirked. “I’ve mastered the simple ones. I’ve even done difficult puzzles and pieced together the Nile River before. It’s a set with tens of thousands of fragments. My godmother gave it to me.”

From my research I reached the conclusion that in such a situation the one involved was the only one who could trace his way back to the timeline of his present. Getting trapped inside an impossible destination without a source of time is a damnation because unlike the clockwise and anticlockwise movements of the clock, the traveler is going to find it difficult or impossible to manoeuvre or control the movement of the natural sources of time like the moon or sun and even though it might be possible because as of the time of writing this journal there is some aspect of the concept I am yet to discover or understand. Time is always against the traveler in an impossible destination. The travel