A prison organizes a wilderness trip for its inmates, and when the inmates get to the trip's end, the cell is no longer wilderness, but instead, a small, well-lit room. Some take their time to warm up, while others are too late: the inmates turn to the sun and become its victims!
Everyone curses out this horoscope, and then the sun sets on a different, more sinister day.
The sun rises some stars, and those that pass pass pass as well. The stars that pass as fall, fall, and become the doomed ground of my dystopian future.
And then?
And then the sun does too, and the inmates crowd it and the sun itself collapses!
It's a perfect dystopia!
It's perfect!!
Well, except for the deaths of babies, but there's no more nightmares for the rest of time.
Men do sleep with babies!
Exactly!
And there's nothing bad happened except maybe they cry a lot.
Y'all be the judge of that!
Also: women cry a lot.