We're still here, somehow. The plot is still meandering through the desert of our collective inattention, but we're making progress. Progress, I tell you!
The author has been known to have written 17 pages of this chapter alone, only to delete 12 of them in a fit of existential dread. But fear not, dear reader, for the remaining 5 pages are a masterclass in tedium.
As we meander through the wasteland of our own making, we come across a talking rock who has a few things to say. It's not just any talking rock, either - it's a rock with an opinion, a rock with feelings, a rock that has given up on life and is now just existing.
Hyperlink to: Chapter 4: The Rock Sighs
We're getting there, folks! We're getting... almost there. Maybe. Possibly. Ish.
Special thanks to the author's cat, Mr. Jenkins, for tolerating the writer's constant stream-of-consciousness typing fits. And also for the hairballs.