It has come to this. The world has ended, and all that's left are the socks.
They're scattered across the barren landscape, a testament to the futility of human existence.
Some say it's a metaphor, a symbol of the fragility of our civilization.
Others claim it's just a really bad laundry day.
Either way, the Socks of the Apocalypse remain, a grim reminder of what we've lost.
But fear not, for in the depths of this desolate wasteland, a glimmer of hope remains: