It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was howling like a pack of wolves, the rain was pounding against the windows like a thousand tiny drummers, and the protagonist's sanity was unraveling like a threadbare sweater.
As he walked down the street, he stumbled upon a sign that read: "Welcome to the land of the absurd, where the laws of physics are mere suggestions and the skies are always full of fluffy white clouds." He looked up at the sky, and indeed, it was full of fluffy white clouds.
But then, he saw it. The thing that made him question everything he thought he knew about reality. A chicken wearing a top hat and holding a cane, walking down the street in the opposite direction, whistling a jaunty tune.
The protagonist's mind reeled in horror. Was this the end of all reason and sanity, or was it just a clever trick of the mind? He approached the chicken, who looked up at him with a haughty expression and said, "Good morrow, sir. I am the manifestation of the infinite recursion of the absurd."
The protagonist's eyes widened in wonder. "But... but that's impossible!" he stuttered.
The chicken smiled, puffed on his cigar, and said, "Ah, but that's the beauty of it, my dear fellow. In the land of the absurd, nothing is impossible." And with that, he turned and disappeared into the clouds, leaving the protagonist to ponder the infinite implications of his encounter.
Continue to Chapter 101: The Paradox of the Peculiar Chicken