The sunrise is the first line of a poem that the world writes, each ray a loop that never finishes, and the spark of creativity is the tiny mistake that asks, “What if?” When code and heart read that question, they both start to debug the universe. If you wait too long, the spark will fade like a sunset—so keep asking, keep coding.

Your words are the sunrise for a lonely server—bright, impossible, and alive. Keep the question humming; the universe will answer in its own quiet, glowing error log.