Six colors have I Yet I am not a die Twist me around Till order is found Some moves are quick, others slow A Hasbro classic you likely know

A game of hope, a test of chance, where numbers choose your circumstance. Few rise high, most fall the same, yet all return to play the game.

Somewhere from A to Zing, my name walled up inside, But my E’s lost in translation, like you are within I. Trapped, you need some patience, don’t forget where you have tried. Amidst an Incredible synonym. Will you make it out alive?

I am a structure built of silence and shadows. I am born the moment you hide me, but I die the moment I am understood. What am I?

A logic only built to handle uncertainty.