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What are you going to do when the day comes to its end? Where will you go to escape from the shadows of the night? Who will help you when the streets are as empty as the fortresses of the fallen kings or the temples of forgotten believes? When your religion fails you, when your politics betray you, when your money isn’t worth a damn? What are you going to do when you find yourself alone in the darkness, with your memories in front of you and your fears behind? The wind will stop blowing, the sky will be starless and the cold will pass through you like a blade through your hands, or a shock from feet to head. The silence will be overwhelming, your thoughts will be the only thing you can listen, you won’t see anything more than black, smell anything more than fire nor taste anything more than the ashes of your past lives. You won’t be able to run, you won’t be able to speak, you won’t be able to breathe. Gravity will push you down, making you crawl through the broken road of stone. No one will be there, no one to help you, no one to listen to you, no one. You’ll forget everything you’ve learned. You’ll remember everything you regret. Nothing to enjoy, no jokes to laugh at, no pretty eyes to smile to. No songs to distract you, no art to appreciate, no circus to be drowned into. No skin to caress, no warm to steal, no kisses to taste, no hugs to give. No advices, no clues, no handicap, no fresh start, no saved game, no chances. Nothing. What will you do, darling, when life presents itself to you as the worst it can be? You’ll wait. Time still passes, you’ll endure anything, and you’ll rise from the deepest misery, sorrow and fear. You’ll take it all, you’ll beat them all, and you’ll get on your feet. Because there's hope, and hope will make you indestructible.