Iudicium Temporis

In the end, nothing will be left

but our work, the proof of our existence,

through the passage of time.

They say time is like a river,

flowing forward,

washing away stones, pebbles, and sand.

Yet I strive not to be forgotten—

not a stone eroded by the current.

I strive to be a monolith in the river,

forever resisting the corrosion of time,

with my achievement—

forever relevant,

forever significant.

Ambition is my tool,

a mark upon the world.

The river of time flows towards the future,

but its destination remains unknown.

Time, the only everlasting trial of life,

the lack of time, a force that drives creation,

an augmentation of our fleeting hours.

Yet even as I carve my name into the bedrock,

the test of time is a trial we all will fail.

For time and death are twins—

one carves, the other claims.

In the end, ambition will fade,

and death will stand as the final witness,

as even monoliths fall beneath the weight of time.