We have a story of a civilization that bet everything on mathematical models. They sent up their largest rockets with the most impressive boom boom. They successfully detonated the rock.
It was as if the Sun didn’t give a shit about their feelings. A few puffs of solar wind and now their one massive object had become a large shotgun shell, stampeding still, towards the planet.
By the time they realized that the global scale war should be reined back and maybe start digging into the ground, dragons shot through the sky.
The lullabies were odes to the disappearing Stars, points of light that looked like embers, floating in the sky. To the Sun.
“Oh to be so cold, when the whole world is alight.”