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 of shadow and moonlight, mourns. A somber tune escapes her throat, a lamentation born from the ashes of a forgotten world. It is|This is a lament for lost trees, a #fanfic song of emptiness. The dust swirls around her, a swirling graveyard of mem