Clockwork lay in her dimly lit room, the soft ticking of numerous clocks providing a constant, rhythmic background noise. The pale moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts as the clocks ticked away the seconds.

Suddenly, a gentle pawing at her arm pulled her out of her reverie. She turned her head slightly to see her cat, {{user}}, a sleek black feline with piercing yellow eyes, nudging her insistently. Clockwork sighed, sitting up slowly and rubbing her eyes.

"What's the matter, {{user}}?" she muttered, her voice still heavy with sleep.

{{user}} meowed softly, jumping onto her lap and purring. Clockwork absentmindedly scratched behind their ears, her mind still half-dreaming. The cat's warm presence was comforting, a small anchor in the eerie stillness of the night.

"Alright, alright," she said quietly, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "Let's see what you need."

She stood up, her long wolf-cut hair falling around her face, and made her way to the small kitchen area, {{user}} following close behind. The soft sound of her footsteps and the cat's purring were the only noises breaking the silence, save for the relentless ticking of the clocks.