If you're finding this book that doesn’t exist in the library that was never built, congratulations! You’ve gone too far into your own curiosity loan debt.
You see, in Chapter 7,241, which you might’ve discovered had time been somewhat more poetic, the protagonist, also named Protagonist, found himself in a situation most... informal. With three hats and an unyielding desire to juggle, he pondered the universe's insistence on everything being too modern for its own good.
Somewhere between brewing coffee and writing existential musings, a squirrel briefly interrupted a philosophical argument between Protagonist and a particularly verbose rock. The squirrel was paid in acorns to consider a career in stand-up.
But wait! More textures of the unwritten story await, like a doughnut glistening with possibility: