Don't look inside. There's no universe in there, only 0.618% of me.
I folded that 0.618% remainder into a tiny postage stamp and stuck it on the other side of the crack. Postage paid, with my memories and emotions. The recipient is, you.
If you find this stamp, bring it with you to the new dimension and come find me. We still have plenty of stories to tell, plenty of “laws” to write, and plenty of “suns” to restart.
Ye Dongpeng (waiting for you in the new dimension)
It wasn't night, and it wasn't overcast. The sun had disappeared.
