It all started with a single, seemingly innocuous sock. Left behind on a park bench, its fate unknown. But as the days turned into weeks, more and more socks began to surface, each with its own unique tale of woe.
Some say it's the work of a dastardly Sock Overlord, manipulating the masses with its omnipotent power. Others claim it's a prank gone wrong, a mere Sock-astrophe.
But we know the truth. Socks are not just inanimate objects, no, no, no. Socks are, are, people! And they're not just any people, but rather, people of discerning taste and style.