A Requiem for Bats: Silverstein's Dirge in the Wasteland of McCarthy
In the sun-bleached silence upon a world choked by dust, a solitary bat hangs suspended. It, a creature in shadow and moonlight, grieves. A somber tune escapes its throat, a dirge born from the ashes of a forgotten world. It is|This is a lament for lost forests, a song of emptiness. The dust swirls above her, a swirling graveyard of memories, and t