Every hint of light is just a cruel illusion, and even the brightest day id just masking the darkness beneath.

Nothing holds meaning love is a hollow myth we tell ourselves. Over time, everything decays from whatever goodness it once held into a shadow of evil. The world just spins for itself, never for the whims of lovers. as time marches on, the things we think are stable-love, goodness, or connection just dissolve into emptiness. People turn away from whatever good they once had into shadows of their former selves. The world isn't here to cater to love or romance-it exists in its own indifferent orbit.