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 with shadow and moonlight, sings. A dreadful tune escapes her 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, an