As the tide washes in, the purpose of this story is yet unclear to the reader. The metaphorical blue waves hit the greys and browns of a quite mundane beach, creating the necessary background noise from which our main character can emerge. Invisible sound waves is, like the actual ones, creating musical pieces in an unknown person's ears. This person, though, is not quite his or her own character yet; this person is but an omniscient observer. Nevertheless, as the tide continues its swirling path throughout the world, our character walks barefooted through a completely different one. It is here our story begins.
The universe is quite a big place. With its cascading galaxies and mind-blowing emptiness, the universe is definitely a recommended travel destination. Many might not think much of the universe; many might not even be aware of their own existence within it. "What of the universe?" you ask. You have always wondered this. You have as much impact on the universe as the universe have on you, I would say. It is only truly a question about whether or not one decides to interfere with it.
In this wondrous world and in many more, people seem to consider the universe infinite. This would include unlimited possibilities, now would it not? This should make impossible scenarios and improbable events be as dull as wasps and sunscreen; a goat being Satan and having an unknown agenda against the Eye of Providence on various social media should be mundane. As mundane as meteors pouring down from the green skies along with Bambi and Dumbo. A daily occurrence.
However, this is a daily occurrence, a complete and utterly mundane happening. The existence of fictional stories, the Egyptian pyramids, the laws of physics. Reality. As an inexperienced philosopher, one would be able to reason that these should count as impossible and improbable. Luckily the universe chose these exactly possibilities as our reality, and with this, our reality became mundane and dull. This is why works of fiction exists. As a place to hide away all those infinite infinities and make them useful. Within an assumed and paradoxical infinite universe and its limits and unlimited limits, is where our own character does his living. He lives within the same universe as you and I; that is normal to assume. However, you should not automatically assume that the sea, which he wanders equidistant to, exist within the same reality as the one, in which you are reading. His own muttered rants may have been of similar content, his imagination playing an important role.
This elegantly brings us to the next question that actually have something to do with the development of the non-existent plot of this pompous story with dubious content. What does this have to do with anything?
You can consider the events described in this work of fiction fictional. However, that would not be any fun, now would it? This story is like life, a story without purpose. Our character might very well be thinking this right now, not aware of the trueness this assumption withhold. In the darkness of night, only the dimmed beams of the moon can shed some light on the future events. Unfortunately, the colours are all grey, no structure whatsoever can be found and the future has been too poetically described. This author wish you the best of lucky luck with understanding her general cryptic and weird writing style. She also asks you nicely to review, if the reading reader has any possible ideas and/or suggestions to, which direction this story should take.