As the clock struck midnight on January 1, 2020, we gathered 'round the campfire to share tales of the year to come. Little did we know, it would be a year of Lost Socks and Zooming in on Nothing.
A great and ancient curse shall befall the land of the missing socks. They shall multiply like rabbits, but never be seen again. The people shall cry and wail, but to no avail. For the missing socks shall be lost forever, a testament to the power of laundry day.
The people shall gather 'round the screen, their eyes fixed on the void that is Zoom. They shall click and tap, but to no end. For the video calls shall be filled with silence, and the meetings shall be filled with awkward silences.