At a bus stop, an Empress in fitted jeans and clean white sneakers waits, unaware of the small snail resting beside her foot. She shifts casually — and her sneaker comes down over it, slow pressure building until the snail collapses fully beneath her sole, reduced completely before she even realizes what she’s standing on. When she finally notices, she pauses for a brief second — then leaves her sneaker resting on the flattened remains, calm and indifferent, as if the moment never mattered at all.