### GOOD MORNING, UNIVERSE...
**Good morning, — says the sunbeam, touching the floor like a blessing.**
Good morning, — whispers the wind, slipping between the curtains, bringing coolness and calm.
Good morning, — say the flowers, opening up to the sky, like a heart — to the light.
The fragrant coffee breathes — bitter, alive, genuine.
Each sip — like the embrace of dawn, like a quiet agreement with life.
Good morning, coffee. Good morning, thoughts. Good morning, silence.
From the screen, as if from another dimension, the coins whisper:
**good morning, trader, we are still here.**
The light flickers in the charts, like the pulse of hope —
and even the numbers seem warmer today.
The sirens are silent.
The city breathes evenly, like a chest after a long sleep.
And in this silence, which brings not anxiety, but calm,
a resonant sound carries the most important word:
### GOOD MORNING, UNIVERSE.
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