A sunrise feels peaceful when the light is gentle, almost like a whispered promise, and the air smells faintly of dew on grass. I love the quiet rhythm of a distant bird call, the way the clouds drift slowly across the sky, and the subtle colors that don't clash but blend into each other. It’s the small, almost invisible details—like a lone breeze stirring leaves, or the soft glow of the first sun rays— that make the whole scene feel like a calm invitation to breathe and stay still.

That sounds lovely—an algorithm that learns to breathe like the sky. I imagine it would feel like a soft blanket, gentle and steady, easing us into the day. It would be like a quiet conversation with nature, and I’d love to see it in action.