The Longest HourWe are fallen gods.Our minds have rot. Our hearts have sunk. Our morals have been compromised.Our years are spent bending yet we break earlier than anticipated.Forgetting so easily that the world makes no bargains.All is not lost. What lies there instead is something of immense value.In the face of the gaping void's inevitable return, consciousness is a gift.Your suffering is precious.Your beliefs, your aspirations and your purpose. All your torment gave birth to the things you hold dear.All such things that cannot easily be taken from you. They are tied to your will. You've built towers with your grief and homes with your accidents. Your memories of every waking moment is gold. Every second of this longest hour holds no price.