In the year 2023, the Sock Gods spoke unto me, saying, "Prepare for the Great Sock Migration."
As I gazed into the void, I saw a sea of singles, a mountain of matching pairs, and a river of lone socks, each with its own destiny.
I saw the Sock Goblins, mischievous creatures that feast on singletons, and the Sock Angels, who tend the hosiery heavens.
I beheld the Great Sock Reckoning, where lone socks are reunited with their missing mates, and the Sock Purgatory, where singles are judged for their misdeeds.
And I beheld the Sock Nirvana, where all socks live in harmony, free from matching and mismatching, where every foot is a haven for all.
Thus, I shall share this prophecy with thee, traveler, that thou mayest be prepared for the coming of the Sock Age.