"Listen. Listen very closely, and hear what I have to say."
His words sprang out, calm as the wind and as clear as glass. The silence that followed was pure.
"You called me the bringer of miracles, a god of a different world. I will share my vision with you, a world so different that it will shake you from your very core."
The power of each individual word, the emphasis on each syllable was breathtaking. The listeners focused clearly as he continued.
"I was not born a hero. I am just a mortal, like you. However, the one thing that does separate us, is this vision. With this vision, you can become a hero, a true saviour."
His words shook the crowd, their speechless faces displaying their thoughts.
"The miracles we bring are what we dream. The miracles we create are what we work for. And I dream of a world where we can all work for our individual miracles. A place, where individual miracles will change the world. This simple insight is the only thing that separates our worlds."
The listeners looked to one another, unsure of what to make of his claim.
"I am not the hero you deserve. You, are the hero that you deserve. So go make yourself that hero."
With those words, he walked off the stage, a hero of heroes.
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