Chapter 4: The Search for Meaning
It was a dark and stormy night. The Decadent was sitting in their favorite coffee shop, sipping on a latte and staring at the wall. The question on everyone's mind was, "What is the meaning of life?" The Decadent had an answer, but it was not what anyone expected.
The Decadent pulled out a small notebook and began to scribble furiously. The words flowed out like water, a stream of consciousness that was both beautiful and terrifying. The Decadent had found the meaning of life, and it was...
...a never-ending series of existential crises and crippling ennui.
The patrons of the coffee shop stared in awe as The Decadent read their answer aloud, their voices echoing off the walls like the cries of the damned.