In an old dusty world, paths were paved with gold and silver. Dark gloomy places carved out by hand. The fury of illumination would fill the rooms. The rooms eaten into the world much the way a worm eats an apple.
Rails replaced breadcrumbs. Carts and mules ran the precious metals. The rooms multiplied. The trees fell to support the rooms. The Earth rebelled flatten the rooms.
All that was left was an object. Recast millions of times over again . The object bears the Goddess of Liberty, become the price wasn’t free.