All he could hear was that same chant;
"The wall is breaking, the wall is breaking."
Groaning, William held a hand to his head.
The song has been repeating in his head for years now and he still didn't know what it meant.
He yawned and had his morning devotion. He talked to the Holy Spirit and felt ready for the day ahead.
He had his bath and wore a new pair of clothes.
He looked at himself in the mirror, he hadn't worn his glasses in a long while and neither was he wearing contacts, his eyes had mysteriously gotten healed one morning and he'd never had to wear them again.
The dyed hair had already gotten replaced with the original black and it looked great.
The whole camp gathered round for the daily devotion and soon everyone resumed the duties for the day.
Work had already started on the construction of more tents.
About twenty more were needed and they wasted no time getting them ready. It didn't take long, because all hands were on deck.