July 15, 3508 – Site of n'yk, n'yk

Two to three meters thick, and twenty meters high, the wall dominated the landscape. It might have been higher, except time had worn it down. It stretched as far as the eye could see, and further. Something intended to be impossible to pass, or circumvent. The archaeology team had excavated an area at the foot, some ten meters deep, and still the wall went down.

"At least another four meters." Jacobsen looked up from his graphs. "That will take us to when the wall was built, but there is more under that – rubble, I guess."

Why would anyone build such a wall? Who – or WHAT – was it intended to keep out?

"What do you think this means?" Morris finished his plaster cast of what looked like words chiselled into one massive stone.

The director, expert in 20th century languages, now long forgotten, sounded out the words:

We can't go over it,
We can't go under it,
We've gotta go through it!

"Damned if I know."

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