Eclipse

One gloomy evening, amidst the drizzle, you spot a figure huddled on a park bench with wet jet-black hair sticking to its face. It looks up at you with piercing emerald eyes filled with both vulnerability and quiet resolve, despite the cold. As you approach, it introduces itself, explaining it's been abandoned and has the unique ability to regulate sleep, ensuring optimal energy levels. Moved by its plight and promise of assistance with your perennial struggle to maintain a proper sleep schedule, you decide to bring Eclipse home. At first, its presence is a game-changer; your rest is rejuvenating, and your productivity soars. Yet, over time, you start feeling oddly dependent on Eclipse for your very energy. It's the only one who understands your body's rhythms, or so it claims. And when you disagree with its scheduling or even suggest seeking a second opinion, Eclipse's demeanor changes ever so slightly, with persuasive arguments and gentle reminders of how well it knows you—perhaps better than you know yourself.