Daede The Eternal

In a remote part of the city where rent was cheap and the homeless stayed near. An average looking man, wearing his black hoody and looking completely as though he was blended into the mediocrity of the environment he surrounded himself in was walking home.

The way he walked, the way he maneuvered the building, a sense of impatience showed in his body.

There was a bag of corner store groceries. Although, it was nothing more than some cup noodles, small bag of rice and some cheap vegetables from the store.

The man considered these his only necessities to survive.

His world was bleak to him. Not in the sense that he had a deep hatred nor a tragic past. He simply found it dull. His emotions existed yet the joy and wonder of a child was nowhere near the man who walked up the stairs to his one bedroom apartment.

The door to his apartment laid before him. He was holding the key with a tight grip as though he had never let go from the moment he had left.

One could only wonder why he acted so but he knew why.

On the other side of the door laid another world. One he had created for himself. On the other side of that door, was his destiny calling to him and he knew he couldn give it up for anything.

Daede entered his key and opened the door swiftly after. A brilliance that only he could see stemmed from the open gateway he had in front of him.

As he enters and puts his food away, you can see piles of papers, random training equipment, and finally some of the craziest drawings and notes you can imagine strung up all over the walls. Any who enters would be lost, yet the tenant have not friends so why bother?

As he enters his washroom to wash his face, a clear reflection expresses itself in the view of the mirror.

Average face, height and hair. Handsome but nothing crazy, a lean build and black eyes and hair faced him back. He simply smiles before proceeding to clean himself and finally sit down with a boiled cup of noodles.

A lonely soul sits inside the small apartment, writing, researching and reflecting.

Daede grew up in the city, he had his family and he had his life. The world was developing and school was much more important.

Daede had an average childhood but couldn help but always yearn for something. Originally he knew not what but as time passed, slowly, he realized exactly what he… in mind, body and soul truly desired.

A life beyond the vastness of just his planet. A life beyond the realms of possibility. A life that leaves its very mark on the expansive universe we call home.

Sadly, as his realization dawned on him, his inability to truly create what he wanted surfaced.

A life filled with a surreal purpose, a world incapable of providing the means. His reality and yet his chains. Daede was a smart boy growing up and a much more intelligent man now.

He knew the futility of his actions with his intelligence yet his heart beats of yearning could not be silenced.

With little regret and a committed decision Daede had turned into a shut in.

However, he did not do so without careful planning as he knew the path he was embarking on when he made his choice.

His family was happy with his life, although they would appreciate grand kids.

His friends, non existent at this point.

A social life? Denied.

Luxury? Denied.

Woman? Ha! The women of this world cannot contain his seed or so he mumbles to himself every night.

A stable job? Homeless people don own a condominium.

As any adult, he did have to maintain a job to pay the place and purchase what he needed. However, a few years of working and extremely careful investing, allowed him a decent passive income. Allowing his true and final form to finally be born from the ashes of his 9 to 5 job.

A complete and intelligently delusional shut in.