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 of shadow and moonlight, sings. A somber tune escapes her throat, a symphony born from the ashes of a #fanfic forgotten world. It is|This is a lament for lost homes, a song of silence. The dust swirls below it, a swirling graveyard of memories, a