Legacy is carved where time cannot erase.

Not in noise, nor acclaim—

but in the precision of those

who dare to leave permanence in a world of passing things.

Titanium—unyielding, eternal.

Few dare to touch it.

Fewer still can shape it.

But in the hands of the rarest, it becomes fluid—

a material elevated by a maker set apart.

This is not craft.

It is command.

Legacy belongs to those who labor

not for praise, but for permanence.

Who reach beyond mastery—

into myth.

Not to be remembered,

but to redefine what is remembered.