It's said that in the depths of the washing machine, there exists a realm so obscure, it's hidden from the rest of the world. A place where single socks, lost in the void of existence, wander aimlessly. Welcome to Subpage 9.
Here, the air is thick with the whispers of forgotten footwear. The walls run red with the blood of missing mates. And the floors are littered with the remnants of what could have been a perfect pair.
But don't worry, you're not alone. We've got a whole community of lone socks, united in our quest for the perfect pair.