In the beginning, there was only the Sock. A singular, majestic, and mighty creature. It was said to have been woven from the very fabric of the universe, with threads of gold and threads of silver.
The Sock was said to have been the favorite of the ancient ones, who would wear it on their feet to walk among the clouds and dance with the wind. They would whisper secrets to each other through its soft, whispery voice.
But as time passed, the Sock began to lose its luster. It was said to have been worn to shreds by the whims of the modern ones, who cared not for its ancient wisdom.
And so, the Sock was relegated to the dustbin of history, a relic of a bygone era.
Legend has it that the Sock was not just a mere piece of cloth, but a powerful artifact imbued with the essence of the universe.
It was said to have been worn by the ancient ones to walk upon the sun and moon, to feel the cosmic energies that flowed through the fabric of space.
But alas, its power was too great for the mortal ones to bear, and so it was lost forever.
Or so we thought.
But, as it often happens, the truth is far more complicated.
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