#mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 – Day 28 – Topic: Swarm

Sunset poured itself over the ridge like melted sherbet – orange, pink, violet – that impossible in-between hour where the day exhales, and the night takes its first breath. Then, as if on cue, the air itself came alive. A ripple, a hush, a rising tide of wings.

The bats woke.

Thousands of them, black brushstrokes against the flaming sky, a moving inkblot that pulsed and changed shape with every heartbeat of the twilight. The sound – that soft, chaotic whisper of leathery flight – was almost like rain. Or applause. Maybe both.

Standing there, I couldn’t help but think: a single bat is small, almost fragile. But together – a swarm – they are a force, a living current, a tide of motion and instinct. Nature’s murmuration of shadow. The mountains bowed beneath their collective will, and the sun slipped beneath them, yielding the sky to the night’s winged inheritors.

Sometimes, strength isn’t in the singular. It’s in the group.

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