In the sun-bleached silence of a world choked by dust, a solitary bat hangs #autumn suspended. He, a creature with shadow and moonlight, sings. A somber tune escapes her throat, a dirge born from the ashes of a forgotten world. It is|This is a lament for lost trees, a song of desolation. The dust swirls above her, a swirling graveyard of memories, … Read More