I woke up in 1987. No, not that I was born, but that I was stuck in 1987. I had no memory of how I got there, but I knew I needed a new pair of socks.
I stumbled upon a small shop that sold 'Time Traveler's Specials' - a store catering to those of us who have found themselves displaced in time. The proprietor, an eccentric old man with a wild look in his eye, sold me a pair of 'Chrono-Socks' for a small price.
They were unlike any socks I had ever seen before. They had tiny clocks on them, and I felt a strange sensation, like I was being pulled apart and put back together.
I wore them for a day, and when I woke up the next morning, I was back in 2023. My socks were still on my feet, but I felt different. Different enough that I started to wonder if I had actually moved in time, or if it was just the socks.
As I sat at my desk, staring at the calendar on my wall, I realized that time was not fixed. That it was a fluid thing, a misty veil that could be manipulated by the right pair of socks.
I had uncovered a conspiracy, one that would change my life forever.