A short story about a hermit, a man who bares a deep conscience, and his struggle against being eclipsed. In a day, in a test of his own makings, his struggle against appeared obsolescence has driven him to conflict. The nefarious, both inner, outer, and supernatural stand to oppose him. Again, this is a short story and a completed one at that. This is highly experimental and I am a novice. This is not a litrpg or something akin to that, this is more related to a traditional fictional short story. (New part every Friday, sometime in the afternoon in central standard time)