"HOTS" lyrics

The parent had her own problems, such as being on fire. It was now the middle of the night and had been so for several billion years. She was enduring a rough bout of insomnia. Now that this world showed nothing to compel her admiration, what thoughts she could spare were that its luck must finally have run out. "Q.E.D. Stylantis," she whispered to herself before going back to being tortured in flames. Flames she knew would eventually incinerate not only Stylantis, but each of her children. In time, her own great grandparents, never visible to begin with, would eventually swallow them all.

Before long, the beings of Stylantis realized that without their sky, there was also no night. And without their night there was soon no occasion to dream. Without night there was also no day, and without day there was nothing left to dream about.

And so their brains became brains that never dreamed.