People rise, squeezed by reality, eyes wide open but without that heavy weight of fatigue that reminds us we need to sleep. But something is wrong: the body complains, the mind screams, and the world slowly begins to change.

At first, there’s an almost collective euphoria. More hours to create, to work, to love, to explore. The streets are more alive than ever, cafés buzzing with people trying to make the most of every waking second. Artists produce works with almost supernatural breath; scientists break barriers of study; musicians play endlessly, inventing sounds no one had ever imagined. It feels like a paradise of productivity.

But the euphoria doesn’t last. The human body is made for sleep, and without it, the world begins to show invisible cracks. Brain and heart fall out of sync; memories start to blur; dreams that never came now turn into unnoticed nightmares. People begin talking to themselves, laughing and crying without reason. The silence of the night, which once embraced fatigue, has vanished - and with it, the natural order of life.

The economy, at first, flourishes with endless days, but soon wrong decisions multiply. Trains derail, political debates become insane, financial transactions blur together. And the world, which seemed to gain time, discovers that sleep is not merely rest: it is a restart, a filter for the mind, a repair for the body.

At the height of chaos, how can one sleep when sleep no longer exists? Without rest, there is no healthy tomorrow. Without dreams, there is no hope. And perhaps, in realizing that life is not just wakefulness, humanity understands that sleep is more than closing our eyes - it’s where the world quietly reorganizes itself, night after night.