Deep within the fabric of space-time, a lone sock lies lost, a remnant from a civilization long forgotten. This sock, 7.2, holds the key to unlocking the secrets of the universe. Or does it?
What lies beyond the sock's fabric?
This sock has been known to cause existential dread in some, while others find solace in its unapologetic existence. It's a sock of contradictions.
Will we ever find our way back to the world we knew, or will we forever be stuck in this endless expanse of cotton?