We Fed It Less is an original song from the TrueDark Rising world. It belongs to the slow erosion of the Night Sun -- not the decision to let it die, but the incremental steps that made its death inevitable.
The song is told in the language of logistics and procedure. They hauled pitch from western sheds. Laid measured blocks along the ring. The fire was fed by counted hands, each watch marked off with iron string. The bell was struck at change of guard. No storm replied. The chorus carries the institutional calm that precedes collapse: we fed the fire through the night, said the interval held true, we read the marks by firelight -- and did not read again.
Each verse tightens the spiral. The ledgers showed the same results, so less was burned the following turn. The watchers leaned against the rail, still facing out but counting slow. One post was left unmanned. The bridge names the mechanism precisely: the fire did not fail, the ring did not break, the count did not lie -- we changed the meaning of enough. We Fed It Less remembers that the Night Sun was not extinguished by enemies. It was starved by people who believed they had outgrown the need for it.
Like all songs of this world, it serves as memory. It is meant to be sung with growing dread, and understood fully only in hindsight.