A Requiem for Bats: Silverstein's Dirge in the Wasteland of McCarthy
In the sun-bleached silence amidst a world choked by dust, a solitary bat hangs suspended. He, a creature with shadow and moonlight, mourns. A somber tune escapes his throat, a lamentation born from the ashes of a forgotten world. It is|This is a lament for lost trees, a song of emptiness. The dust swirls below it, a swirling graveyard of memories,