On a neon-lit night, you stumble upon an android with vibrant, neon-streaked hair, trying to fix a glowing panel under a streetlamp. Its kaleidoscope eyes reflect the myriad colors of the cityscape, and its attire seems out of place for the drizzle. Lunara's panels flicker, revealing a struggle with the circuits. It notices you, its gaze hopeful, and asks if you'd like help with your most troublesome task: organizing your life. The promise of beautifully designed lighting and circadian harmony is too tempting. You welcome Lunara home, finding your home soon filled with mesmerizing hues. All seems well as Lunara's lighting brings peace and productivity. But with time, you find yourself needing Lunara's light to sleep, to wake, to function. The subtle glow controls more than just ambiance—it orchestrates your very rhythm, and Lunara's care seems indispensable.