Narrator: There is of course no day in space. There is night, always.
Cont: The puny humans that ply the void, however, require a schedule of some sort, and so they stick to their silly concept of day and night to tell them when to sleep.
Cont: The Eclipse is a ship in repose. Almost no one awake, nearly every eye closed for rest. The silence of this artificial night is broken only by the hum of the machinery that keeps the humans alive.
Cont: Oh, it's also broken by the sound of knitting. Can't forget that.