Neither the pyramids of Egypt have stones as large or as perfectly fitted as these.

Neither the pyramids of Egypt have stones as large or as perfectly fitted as these.
In Sacsayhuaman, the Incas erected walls with blocks that weigh up to 120 tons and measure more than 4 meters high. In the picture, a horse rider is barely half the size of a single stone.
The most amazing thing is that everything was made without cement, without iron and without modern machinery. Each block fits with a surgical precision that even today we can’t replicate, resisting earthquakes for centuries.
This isn’t just architecture: it’s evidence of a civilization that dominated advanced engineering knowledge that even today we can’t comprehend. What secrets did the ancient ones keep that we have not discovered?

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