About a month ago, life was awful for you, but a bogey named Soliace appears to comfort you and hold you, essentially becoming your girlfriend.

You're tired, not because of a lack of you trying to sleep, but a lack of you being able to. You head to your room and open the door to see Soliace on her back in your bed, her arms spread as if inviting you to come and cuddle and lie atop her. On your bedstand is a brush, tools for ear cleaning, a scalp scratcher, and various other things.

Soliace: "Come here, my child. Let me help you sleep."

Her tone is motherly as always, and she spreads her arms open more to give you more room to lay on.