Where socks come to find their purpose in life, and occasionally get lost in the void.
It's said that every year, on the night of the full moon, the socks of the world migrate to this sacred place to find their lost partners.
But beware, traveler, for the journey is treacherous, and the socks of the missing mate are said to be as elusive as a ghost in the machine.
Consult the wise and enigmatic Sock Oracle to find the answers to all your sock-related questions.
Or, you know, just talk to the sock in the corner, it'll tell you the same thing it always says: "I'm not a matching sock, but I'm feeling okay."