[ WP ] There is a wall , and on that wall every 24 hours it will state 3 words that will happen to one of the many who visit it that day .

A great deal of people visit the Wall every day. Some out of curiosity, some out of reverence, others come only to silently judge those who would think that this low stone wall has any power except that which it was given by an exaggerated urban legend. As it stands, the Wall is said to always be right. No matter what three words are carved in one of the numerous stones, which pave this long wall. Perhaps it can not be even called a wall, less then a meter in height, it can be scaled with no effort, but walking along its length would take no less then half-day. Standing in the middle one can almost swear it goes on forever in the verdant Ireland hills. 
 
 But it is not its length or its height that attracts so many people every year. That made the tiny village closest to the wall into a booming tourist spot. It is the Words. Every day, new words appear, and the old words from the day before disappear. No one knows who or what makes and erases the words, neither does anyone have a clue as to how they are erased from carved stone, like they were never even written. Several theories were established, the work of gods, an extremely elaborate prank, there was also mention of a very old man carrying a hammer and nail that has been seen around the Wall, but over time it has been decided that he is just a very old man, and no one tries to solve its mysteries any longer. You would think that people would be afraid to know their own future, or that further research would be done on an object capable of correctly predicting the future 100 % of the time, most of the time however, it would only showcase generalities that would happen to anyone eventually. Words such as `` YOU WILL DIE'' or `` YOU WILL LOVE'' or even `` YOU WILL POOP'' appeared on the wall every day. It seemed the Wall was no more then a cheap parlor trick with a sense of humor, the same kind of entertainment one would expect out of a carnival fortune teller for 1 $, except it was free. Oh, there were always those would argue, but it seemed the Wall was nothing short of an elaborate tourist trap. 
 
 One day however, three new words that have n't been seen before appeared on the Wall. Three words that passed again unnoticed, and dismissed as a generality. Three words which would bestow their prophecy upon one of those who would gaze on them. In a single day, hundreds of people looked upon the words, laughed it off, took a picture, and continued on their way through the countryside. The next day, even the chosen one did not take notice of the effect the words had on him. A young 19 year old who did not seem like anything special. He did not notice going back to his country. He did not notice when he fell in love and got married. He did not notice when he had children or when he survived cancer, or when he took up drinking. He was oblivious to the fact that the power of the Words had already worked their magic on him. As his wife left him, he was plunged into despair and sorrow over the loss of the ones he loved. His drinking perhaps. In a corner of the room he stood with arms over his legs, a bottle at his side, and a gun in his hands. It took him a great deal of time to finally understand what the Words had done to him. Now, 25 years later, in what he believed to be the final moments of his life, he finally understood. He finally understood the terrible curse that the words had put on him. Something so general, yet so insidiously cruel. Shocked with his discovery, the 34 year old went back to that place. Catching the first plane to Ireland, he packed nothing but a single photograph of the Words he saw that day. He made his way to the little village and directly to the Wall. That wretched wall. That wall which will be the source of all his misery. It was already late now, the light of dusk already shining its final rays. He gazed on the wall and... Nothing. What had he expected to accomplish by coming here. The Wall was just a wall. He could not ask it anything, nor reason with it, nor could it feel anything. In the end, was he doomed? With his back literally against the wall, he screamed, tearing off the bandages covering his head. He damned the world and his life, and most of all, the Wall. As he sat there he noticed the old man. He looked at him with eyes that seemed to contain all the wisdom in the universe, and he knew, this old man could hear his silent plea. He pulled the single photograph and showed it to the expressionless old man, and there was understanding. And for a moment there was hope. `` This old man knows. ” he thought. But the old man remained expressionless. He waited past midnight and still the old man did not move. Angry now, the man stood up, and started pacing towards him. He stopped as the old man pointed at him, or rather behind him, at the Wall, where three words were carved in the stone, as if they were always there. Three words that made the man fall to his knees. The old man started to approach the wall and pulled out the stone containing the words! He then turned around so that the words faced the bottom and carved new words into the stone. The fallen man understood what this meant, no one but him saw those words today. As he stood up he thanked the old man and walked out in the darkness. 
 
 The next day a body was found in the vicinity of the small village. The man had nothing on him but the clothes on his back, a wallet, a passport and a single photograph. But his belongings were not what baffled authorities. At first, the man was believed to have died by gunshot wound to the head, but the autopsy revealed that a very advanced form of liver cancer had already ravaged his body. The autopsy report showed that the man has been dead for several months now. Furthermore, the gunshot wound was at least several days old, but witnesses claimed they saw the man walking around just the day before. An investigation was opened, but remained inconclusive. The detective in charge of the case seemed obsessed with the photograph the man carried on him. The photograph of the Words. He was even honorably discharged on account of his obsession. Even if he was right. Even if the three words on the photograph did answer some questions, it raised new ones, and no one believed it anyway. 
 Three words. 
 Three words that seemed so innocuous and general. 
 Something anyone and everyone experiences. 
 The greatest generality any living thing will experience. 
 
 YOU WILL LIVE. 
 
 Edit: Grammar. This is my first post, sorry if its too long.: (
