Bat Boy

They found him hanging between the cold stone steps, of a forgotten castle. A small, glowing body stitched together by shadow and light. His wings were thin as secrets, trembling in the wind, as if the world had already tried to tear them. No one knew where he came from only that his eyes were hollow moons, and his skin shimmered with colours too alive for such a lonely place. Bat Boy did not cry. He simply watched, suspended between earth and sky, learning how to belong to neither. And in the quiet, beneath the weight of grey stone and heavier silence, he dreamed of a night that would finally carry him home.