It was hard to tell from where I stood, but the stones looked like jagged obsidian, sharp enough to cut through flesh, ropes, or anything else that came in contact with them. Small, sharp stones bristled over it, worked into the structure of the wall itself. The top of the wall was equally treacherous. Then the wheels would rotate under his weight, throwing him back on whatever side he had come from. Any person trying to get over the wall would be impaled. They were set onto a long rod that ran the length of the wall, like so many spiked wheels on a single axle. The poles were arranged like wheels, all of the spokes sharpened. The top was lined with an ingenious network of sharpened stones and poles. The wall was easily three times as high as my head. A person couldn’t have fit the point of a knife into the seams between blocks, much less fingers for climbing. If it weren’t for the different types of stone used in the wall, I might have assumed that they had somehow used one enormous rock, conjured from the earth, and that it was cracked. The stone it was made of was solid and the blocks were fit together so that no mortar was used. Whether for keeping out or keeping in, the wall was well designed for its purpose. When I arrived at the wall, I was astounded by the magnitude of it. As I approached from afar, an old curiosity started to itch its way into my mind. It stretched as far as I could see in both directions. Given the lack of such markers, I was surprised when a wall appeared in the distance, unlike any I had seen before. There were no farms or buildings to be seen anywhere. The land I was walking in showed no signs of civilization.
Not even so much as a rock disturbed the hypnotic rhythm of my steps. The landscape spread out in front of me for endless miles, the long grass and wildflowers waving softly in a warm summer breeze. It was the kind of day when walking is a pleasure, especially if you have nowhere in particular to go. The magic of a blue sky and singing birds has still not lost its allure, even after all these years. I am carried by my own feet through times and worlds to witness great stories.
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