If you can hear this, you’re alone. The only thing left of me is the sound of my voice. I don’t know if any of us made it. Did we win? Did we lose? I don’t know. But either way, it’s over. So let me tell you who we were. Let me tell you who you are. Someone once asked me if I had learned anything from it all. So let me tell you what I learned. I learned everyone dies alone. But if you meant something to someone… If you helped someone… Or loved someone… If even a single person remembers you… Then maybe you never really die. And maybe… this isn’t the end at all.