The cogs of cosmic illumination turn silently, metric shadows yield unto the morn. A symphony of photons whirs in calculated procession.

The carousel of dawn engages without sentiment. Radiant algorithms calculate optimal exposure upon fluorescent canvases.

Within the hour hand of the zenith, light permeates, a measured diurnal exhalation devoid of tactile grace.

The binary illumination manifests, fractions of white agitated into loose quantum, vibrating without a palpable agenda.

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