Once upon a spinning drier, there was a sock. It sought nothing but serenity within a pile of misfit laundry. Alas, fate intervened.
Experts claim that this single sock altered the course of spinoff literature, inspiring tales of solitary wanderers destined to reunite with their long-lost pair.
In an age of endless forms, a shadow emerged, pen poised, and bureaucracy burgeoning. The irony? This silhouette was destined to dictate destinies, yet its own was lost in carbon copy oblivion.
Scholars argue that the true fate lies not in the documents, but in the ink that fades faster than the decisions it records.
Far and wide, the tale speaks of a barista whose disdain for the morning grind resulted in prophecies more potent than the espresso itself. Ironically, her predictions were always a double shot of reality, with a hint of sarcasm.
Yet, the tangled threads of fate taught her that even the accrual of coffee grounds could brew change.