A hush has fallen on the world, as though the air was stilled.
And now the mere word "legacy" has set some hearts to chill.
It's not clear why this happened, and it's not sure where we'll go.
Perhaps some outer force beyond control has made it so.

To those who have lost heart or face, who think this is the end,
To those that feel that time spent here is now a fool's errand,
Shake off the shackles of despair, cast off the leaden chains.
Look round you at the Basin, see what wonders yet remain!

"The world is ending, all is dead," some prophets may declaim.
For all Ascensions come and gone, the stakes have been the same!
The Basin, ever under threat, has always flourished full.
Rather than call of doom, let "legacy" be future's pull!

Leave one of might, of glory, fame! For legacy, you see,
No token of the end, instead, a hint of what might be.
Let souls be kindled, bodies trained, and let the Basin surge.
Not relegated to the past - make this our primal urge.