I tried to see the beginning or the end of the ancient wall, my eyes straining, my steps faltering as I leaned forward to satiate my curiosity. But it was all to no avail. I couldn't see either the end or the beginning. Was the wall demarcating anything?
"There's an end to the wall..." Raul started, as if reading my mind. "But no one has found it yet."
I almost hissed out of frustration. If no one has found it, how then did they know there was an end to it?
"It's just what the legend says…" He continued, answering my unasked question.
Yet my question remained: the person who had written whatever textbook that was—how did he know there was an end? Or did the goddess breathe inspiration upon the author?
Sadly, Raul didn't provide any further explanation, thereby increasing my thirst for information.
"Does it demarcate anything, maybe one community from another?" Levina asked, her hands folded across her chest.
