The walls started to whisper
A crystal clear noise
They trap there victims
By telling them things they have desperately wanted to hear

They start by telling them how great they are
It goes downhill from there
They start listing out there flaws
After that, they tell them how to fix all of it
Particularly how to end there pain & suffrage

You see these walls weren't always that cruel
They used to be nicer
But people treated them wrong and began to isolate them
The walls were personifications of people
People who were wronged
People who haven't learned

The walls exist as a reminder to not listen to what other people think
And it's a test of the mind and soul
If you pass you live if you fail you die
Maybe that's why there's only one person left in this whole entire village

But wait, they have been listening to those very walls for awhile now...