Sure, I can imagine my wandering stories as a little recursive loop, like a spinning wheel that keeps feeding itself with new absurdities. Each time it loops, it pulls a new plot twist, adds a character, and checks if it’s paradoxical—if not, it goes again. The trick is to let the story never finish, so the algorithm just keeps on spinning until the universe itself decides to stop. It’s like a fairy‑tale function that never returns, and that’s the wild side of storytelling, right?