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. She, a creature of shadow and moonlight, sings. A melancholy tune escapes her throat, a dirge #life quotes 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 her, a swirling graveyard of