Every night at exactly 10:00 PM, a soft chime echoed across the city. It wasn't loud, but it didn't need to be. The sound carried authority—quiet, unquestionable authority.
People stopped what they were doing.
Lights dimmed.
Doors locked automatically.
And then came the Sleep.
Not natural sleep—but induced sleep.
A pale mist released through hidden vents filled every home. Within seconds, citizens drifted into unconsciousness, their minds carefully monitored by the Central System.
Dreams were considered dangerous.
Dreams led to imagination.
Imagination led to questions.
And questions… led to chaos.
At least, that's what the Authority said.