As we sit in this endless expanse of nothingness, we're forced to ponder the meaninglessness of our existence.
Will we ever find meaning in the abyss of our own insignificance?
Or will we simply exist in a state of perpetual limbo, trapped in a cycle of pointless meetings and existential dread?
Perhaps we'll discover that the only thing holding us back is our own fear of actually accomplishing anything.
Void Meeting the Point: Where the only goal is to_goals
Void Meeting the Void: Where the only thing we're meeting is our own despair