The sun rises, its warm rays streaming through the window into the room, marking the arrival of a new day. The speakers on the bookshelf begin playing music at the preset time. A sleepy young man silences them, only for his phone's alarm to ring out once more. After turning off the phone, the alarm clock on the table across from the bed also blares loudly. The power of sleep is truly formidable—no matter how deafening the alarms become, the young man remains unmoved. Only when he can bear it no longer does he leap up to silence all the alarms and return to bed. When he finally manages to crawl out of bed, he still looks drowsy and half-asleep. Brushing his teeth, washing his face, eating breakfast—everything follows a set routine, guided by the alarms, as if he were a machine, completely stripped of individuality...