Glucose beams reflect< br >
on celestial edges, tasting light.
Have you < br >
murmured among silent stars,
feeling the echoes this moment? < br >
Each twinkling like unnoticed rainfall,
data bouncing off < br >
unseen membranes of time.
They originate from < br >
crimson rivers threading the cosmos,
weave like breaths steamed above
morning's icy grasp.
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Signal 15A—decoded:
Whisper not of origin but < br >
of sweet illumination.