More longer friend see that sky?

In the area surrounding the Pit, no sounds could be heard. No birds chirping, no small things rustling in the undergrowth, no insects buzzing to and fro. Only a silence so profound as to defy the senses could be heard. The workmen, numerous and well organized, took great pains to fill out this void with sounds of their own, talking and singing so as to ward off their unease. Yet the many tongues and languages were insufficient to the task of heeding the warnings scrawled upon walls of the Pit, an ancient writ in symbols only remotely and accidentally similar to the ones now in use. As this last work crew, already bored by the routine and fresh out of songs to exorcise this most dreaded of horrors, passed the now familiar warnings that

ＴＨＩＳ ＩＳ ＮＯＴ Ａ ＰＬＡＣＥ ＯＦ ＨＯＮＯＲ

and

ＴＨＥ ＤＡＮＧＥＲ ＩＳ ＳＴＩＬＬ ＰＲＥＳＥＮＴ ＩＮ ＹＯＵＲ ＴＩＭＥ， ＡＳ ＩＴ ＷＡＳ ＩＮ ＯＵＲＳ

one of its members noted that it sure was a strange thing that so many different languages were represented therein. Upon relaying this comment, a comrade remarked that they were but a few short of one of each; another, laughing, stipulated that, truly, they were digging the Pit of Babel