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. She, a creature with shadow and moonlight, mourns. A dreadful tune escapes his throat, a symphony born from the ashes of a forgotten world. It is|This is a lament for lost forests, a song of desolation. The dust swirls below it, a swirling graveyard of memories