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. He, a creature with shadow and moonlight, grieves. A somber tune escapes his throat, a lamentation born from the ashes of a forgotten world. It is|This is a lament for lost forests, a song of desolation. The dust swirls above it, a swirling graveyard of memorie