In a world where socks go missing at an alarming rate, one pair stood tall against the forces of laundry despair. A pair of argyles, known for their plaid patterns and comfortable fit, refused to be separated.
They were last seen rolling around in the washing machine with their mates, but when the cycle finished, only one remained. The other, a solitary argyle, was never seen again.
In a realm beyond the washing machine, a land of singles and unmatched pairs roams free. The Socks in Purgatory live in a state of limbo, forever trapped in a cycle of loneliness.
Their days are spent searching for their missing mates, but hope is fleeting in this desolate land. Some say they're doomed to roam forever, a never-ending cycle of solo existence.