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The moon was shining beightly behind a hill. All the creatures were sleeping. The only sound was that of the ocean washing up on the sand. Then there was a cough. And another. What was this, washing up from the sea? A man? But how could it be? No boats lay route on this shoreline. Sandbars, rocks and reef made it far too dangerous to travel. Yet here was a man, washed up on the shore, coughing and spitting up salt water. He got up and looked around, bewildered. He did not shout for help, he did not seek out life. He just followed the shoreline, as the sun began to rise. A few of the townspeople reported seeing a naked man walking the shoreline early that morning, but none who had followed the sandy footprints before they washed away, was ever seen again. And no one in the town saw the man again. He just dissapeared, like a ghost. None of them ever knew that this mystery man, who became a town legend, wen’t into the world and became the biggest revolutionary of this new millineum.