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. It, a creature in shadow and moonlight, grieves. A melancholy tune escapes her throat, a lamentation born from the ashes of a forgotten world. It is|This is a lament for lost homes, a song of desolation. The dust swirls below her, a swirling graveyard of memories