In a galaxy far, far away, the Milky Way, in the little-known Solar System, on the tiny planet Earth, in the blessed lands of Whispers, the CHOSEN ONE was born.
At that time, no one knew that a special destiny was in store for him: to become a messiah... the very person who would challenge the power of the Zhytomyr Blacks who enslaved the world.
In those gloomy years, a strict law reigned on Earth: Black is practical!
People blindly believed and followed him in everything. Darkness descended on the Earth!
The world was consumed by the black mourning of practical things (mainly leather and textiles)
The Chosen One felt the first vision at a young age: when one day he was going to his gray school, putting on his black school uniform and pulling on his usual and familiar black socks, which always appear from nowhere and disappear from our lives in the same way.
It seemed to him that at this very moment, millions of feet around the world were desperately climbing into these gloomy, slightly stretched, untidy and joyless black holes.
Have you ever wondered where your black socks go? Of which there are more than a dozen pairs in every home. Have any of you ever thrown away your socks?
The mysticism and horror of this vision became the very "ON" after which the Chosen One set out on the path that was prepared for him and the world, without knowing it, began its transformation.
Years of suffering, years of gray knee-high tights and black socks had hardened his passion.
He learned to paint unicorns on socks with concealer, he boiled black jeans in food coloring for Easter eggs, he painted his shoes silver.
And the black old crows at the entrances crossed themselves when they saw him and it was a good sign.
And he realized the truth and the truth made him Grandfather, and he was called Grandfather Noskar!