Recently, traveling across an antique, desert land in the hinterlands of your empire, you came across a curious sight: two vast and trunkless legs of stone, beside which lied a shattered visage. And on the pedestal these words: Look on my Works, and despair! Nothing beside remained. The image still haunts you to this day. Whoever raised this civilization is now forgotten, any and all of their achievements gone, even their name lost to the winds. Today, you reign supreme, the most famed leader in the world, and yet will you still be remembered in a century, a millennium, an aeon? How best to find immortality?
Our numbers must swell, for it is through my people I will find immortality.
The empire's greatest poets, playwrights, dramatists, and more will pen a thousand tales to be retold through the ages.
All things are in the hands of higher powers. We will strengthen our faith so they might secure our heritage.