Beings die. Even gods generally have some sort of end that they meet. If you're lucky, you'll leave something behind that people will remember for a long time after you're gone. Some memory of who you were or what you stood for. But time changes histories into legends, and often warps perspectives. If we could go into the future and see our own legacies, would we even recognize ourselves? That was the inspiratin for this piece. The mage has performed a spell to see if she will be remembered, and finds herself recorded in legend, song, and art.