Monument for the Dejected

We approached the large foundation plinth of the structure completely clad with what looked like drainage outlets.

“The blood of our ancestors!” He exclaimed grandly. Slightly disturbed but curious to see beyond, I entered the tower

We rose gradually along this peculiar machine-like massive monument, made up of multiple units. Each resembled the divine inner sanctum of the temple endlessly stacked above and beside each other.But instead of an idol, these cylindrical capsules held glowing light within.“That, my friend, are the souls of my ancestors.” Said the Miserian, noticing my awe struck demeanor.

“Mere cogs just to power what’s above us. What remains below here is just a perpetual force- a battery for the judiciary. This is our eternal damnation.”What looked divine to me earlier, now looked like a crypt of graves with no boundaries or horizon in sight. Eager to see what system this graveyard fueled, we made our way up