50 units - 50 different possibilities

It all started when a pigeon stole my cap.

I was standing on a terrace, sipping a lactose-free coffee with milk, when suddenly... WHAM. A kamikaze pigeon snatched it off my head and spiraled off, as if it knew what it was doing. I was in shock. But the best was yet to come.

I followed her.

We crossed streets, parks, a children's birthday party, and came to an alley where a hacker-looking guy was selling caps from a metal suitcase. He had an eye patch. Literally. And without saying a word, he offered me one.

"Choose carefully," he told me. "There are only 50. And they're all different."

I opened them one by one. Each one had something off about it: a drawing in the “wrong” place, a combination that seemed random, an embroidery that looked like a Morse code message. But it all made sense in its oddness. They were unique pieces, as if chaos had been designed with intention.

I grabbed one. I put it on. And I felt part of something bigger.

"Now you're part of the 1%," said the guy with the eye patch as the dove landed on his shoulder and winked at me.

And so DROP 5 was born.

50 caps. 50 possible realities. None alike.