A Requiem for Bats: Silverstein's Dirge in the Wasteland of McCarthy
In the sun-bleached silence of a world choked by dust, a solitary bat hangs suspended. He, a creature with shadow and moonlight, mourns. A dreadful tune escapes its throat, a symphony born from the ashes of a forgotten world. It is|This is a lament for lost homes, a song of emptiness. The dust swirls below her, a swirling graveyard of memories, and